Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. — Robert Frost
There are certain times in life that deserve celebration, for instance, marriage (if you’re not a Kardashian), your first hard earned paycheck (especially if you are a Kardashian), and completion of the admittance exam for graduate school (do I even need to mention how such an accomplishment will never apply to them?).
If you recall, I explained the GRE (the Exam to get into Graduate school Records) and my “qualms” with it in a previous post. If you don’t recall the post, it’s because it wasn’t very good. Or, impossibly, you didn’t read it. Regardless, it was mainly me whining about having to study for the test.
But today, two hours ago, 5.4 miles from this computer, I completed that exacting entrance exam. And let’s just say, my dad’s going to have another 5 – 7 years of paying for college.
Hahaha. That’s unfortunate for him.
I took the test at a specific testing site in a very quiet room with two dozen other people taking various admission and requirement tests. And let me tell you, the stress in the air was so pungent, I could smell it in my toes. That’s right, it was so stressful that my analogy doesn’t even need to make sense for you to understand what I mean.
At one point—I kid you not—one man just started shouting at his terminal, screaming something half in one language, half in English. The proctors immediately rushed him out of the room, but not before everyone else in there learned that his score of 82 officially qualified him as a water analyst.
After seeing my own scores—not having the same vocal or lung capacities as the other man—I sat in my chair, calmly exited my program on the computer, and imagined myself dancing on a metaphorical image of the face of the GRE (the image, of course, being a blobfish—Google it to see why I chose this).
And once free of the building, I jumped in the air, clicked my heels, and hopped into my car. It was time to get home to celebrate!
…which consisted of eating microwaved leftovers in the solace of my house as I watched a television show on the internet.
Of course, in my head (once I got the image of a blobfish out of there—seriously, stop reading and type that fish name into a search engine and see what I’m talking about), I began remembering all the new responsibilities I’d have: sending out applications, completing my personal essay, gathering my letters or recommendation…
But those thoughts depressed me.
So instead, I figured I would write this blog post, work on another short story for a competition, and later have a biscotti while I watched another episode of my television program.
Time to party.