Dear Everyone Ever:
Let us come together and hang out. The GREs (to be pronounced phonetically, because that's how I feel about it) are over. I have moved. Mostly unpacked. And have a few weeks before I concentrate on getting my life together again. I will see you when I see you.
(on a better-than-expected performance on the test)
Mother: Are you sure you don't want a retake?
Father: Congratulations. You have to treat us to dinner then.
Moi: But I'm still poor...
Unless of course, I have a nickel for every point I scored. And take the nickels in a wayback machine to 1936.
1 comment:
Whoo, congrats!! See, I told you not to put so much weight on your practice run scores. :) -#88
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