Well Sheeet

Did you ever have a span in your life, however large or small, where you just couldn't get excited about anything? Well, that's me in a nutshell this week. Obviously I've already heaved and sighed over some things. I guess I've just walked down down down into the dark valley that is a Funk.

I did my practice GRE subject test for biochemistry, cellular biology, and molecular biology. I felt really good about it. There were some things I didn't know, but not much. So I tallied up my scores, humming along. . . . and realized I'd only gotten about half the test right. Amber goes straight to the 60th percentile. Do not pass go, do not collect stipend money. Ok, so really that's not a bad score. Better than average! But dammit, why couldn't I get a great score? One that passes over the desks of the powers that be and makes them look twice. They'd see my very average GRE general test scores, my fantastic writing scores, and good scores where it counts. . . and they'd be impressed. . . . TBC

Ok, took a walk with a rather tipsy Dave and had my spirits lifted. It's always nice to have someone rooting for you. Man, it's just hard to get used to getting non-impressive scores (damn that sounds ridiculous). It's also hard to care much anymore about it. I am declaring Saturday, if I don't pass out, to be party day--after the GRE. Party Day? Hell, I have no plans other than to waste time and maybe drink a little rum. I'm tired of being slightly depressed.