Crushing and being crushed by the GRE

I took the GRE today. In Fairfax. Two hours away. During my naptime. And they wouldn’t let me bring my candy or my Chapstick into the room with me. And I had to ask for a key to use the bathroom, which I hate. And I felt all this pressure to “know things” and to “do well.” But despite all of that, I think I did okay on the test. I was surprised considering that in lieu of studying last night, I went out for Mexican food and then watched The Thing, starring Kurt Russell. Kind of a great movie.

Lying in bed last night I was all excited (!) because I was going to take a test today (the challenge! the novelty! the possibility that the testing staff would pull me aside halfway through and say, “You are the smartest person ever to take this test. Don’t worry about finishing. Enjoy this bag of jellybeans instead.”), I asked Darren to hit me with some vocabulary words for me to define. He only offered me one: fag-a-tronic. I was stumped. It didn’t do much for my confidence. Fagatronic? Can that be a verb? I couldn’t even use it in a sentence.

I still don’t know how I did on my essays, but I am hoping that the inspired joke I made about fat stunt people with osteoporosis will earn me extra points.