Standardized tests suck
It's raining cats and dogs outside, but I suppose it fits my mood. I took the GRE today. First off, I hate standardized tests. This is weird, because to tell the truth, and not to brag, I'm quite test-wise. I know all about reading the questions first, and not choosing the most extreme answer, and how there's only one best answer. Know it all; teach it to other people too. Guess what though. Knowing and doing are two completely different verbs. The first section - writing - I completely and utterly spazzed. My mind just went blank. My essay was all over the place. Ick. I wouldn't even give it a high score. And math - geez, don't even get me started with the math. See, this is why I wanna marry a math genius. So when we go out to dinner or tax time rolls around, all I have to do is hand him a calculator, smile sweetly and say, "Honey, it's all yours." I'll handle the complaint letters to mean airlines. I'll fend off telemarketers. I'll even talk to our first-grade teacher when we get called in because our daughter knocked someone's lights out. Anything verbal, you send it over my way. But numbers? Na-uh. Oh, but who am I kidding? I have more chance of figuring out how to solve partial-differential equations mentally than meeting a math guru who a) I can stand and b) can stand me. My love life has been, to use a GRE word, less than prodigious. Which makes sense, seeing as how the most fun I've had this week is standing up against a hot neon ad of a ring while Smithi snapped my pic and Junie laughed. Darn, I'm slipping back into complain mode again. Apparently, that's what I do best.
Final thought: Darn standardized testing.