Success!

It's been a while since I've felt like I've succeeded in accomplishing something important. Finally a blog that won't be about treading water or gray skies or sleeping. A blog about moving forward. A blog about taking the on the GRE and coming out with a slightly above average score.

My history with standardized testing is one of anger and misfortune. From the moment I first picked up a number two pencil and stared at the bubble pocked answer sheet I knew this relationship would be one filled with mediocrity. Lucky for me, I wanted to go to a state university so a middling score on the SAT was fine.

But then I decided I wanted to go to grad school. The first time I took the GRE, this past October, my score was sub par, even for me. Verbal was okay, but quantitative, woof. So there was much heartbreak, much moaning about my dismal future, and much punching of pillows. At last there was a steeling of resolve as I realized, wait, I didn't really study.

So I studied. And I got my sliver above mediocrity. And I'm tickled pink.

Please don't mistake my joy at an average score as a red flag for laziness and an absence of care when it comes to topics of scholarship. I am every bit the opposite when it comes to actual school work. You need only glance at my undergrad GPA to see that. Standardized testing though is an evil meant to give good test takers the upper hand when applying to school. Maybe it's a necessary evil.

All I know or care is that I have a score that gives me a chance at getting into gradschool. One day I might have a Master's degree and then maybe even a Doctorate! One of my steps to a happier and better me has been taken successfully.

Hibernation

I'm not going to lie. I haven't been up to a whole hell of a lot. Since Sergio left for Virginia I've sort of been coasting through the week with very little motivation. Usually he's the one that pushes me to do something. Now I just go home and sleep.

My free time is relegated to two days a week. I still love my job but I'm quickly realizing the regular work week is not conducive to my mental health. I need a bit of spontaneity in my schedule. School gave that to me. Boy do I miss school. Reading and writing and discussing in class. Those were the days my friends.

Even now I'm finding it hard to write. I'm scared to harp on the same subjects over and over. But little has changed in the past two years. I'm still confused. I still want to go to grad school.

But at least it's warm now.