Wednesday, December 07, 2005
mendacious, improvident, perspicacious.
no one should ever tempt me with superlatives, or words like "perfect."
and, frankly, it's not very meaningful, but: i did get a full 800 on the verbal section. made me feel good.
i didn't realize that they were going to give me my score right away. except for the writing parts, which get shipped off to some adjunct faculty somewhere for scoring. computers, man. the monkey called to remind me to bring two--no, three!--number two pencils with me for the test, and i gently broke it to him that no one uses pencils anymore, only clicking fingers. although they do give you pencils for the scratch paper stuff, and oddly the computer screen administering the test cautions you that they must be number two pencils. why, i can't imagine. also, you can't bring anything into the room with you--not your purse, not your coat, nothing--except your ID (which you have to show them more or less constantly, especially if you want to go to the bathroom) and if you get too warm and want to take your sweater off, you have to get up and leave the room and put it outside, because it's against the rules to have it sitting at your feet or hanging on your chairback. i guess in case your bowtie is really a camera.
but, it's over. on to revising my eight-year-old undergraduate thesis.
and, frankly, it's not very meaningful, but: i did get a full 800 on the verbal section. made me feel good.
i didn't realize that they were going to give me my score right away. except for the writing parts, which get shipped off to some adjunct faculty somewhere for scoring. computers, man. the monkey called to remind me to bring two--no, three!--number two pencils with me for the test, and i gently broke it to him that no one uses pencils anymore, only clicking fingers. although they do give you pencils for the scratch paper stuff, and oddly the computer screen administering the test cautions you that they must be number two pencils. why, i can't imagine. also, you can't bring anything into the room with you--not your purse, not your coat, nothing--except your ID (which you have to show them more or less constantly, especially if you want to go to the bathroom) and if you get too warm and want to take your sweater off, you have to get up and leave the room and put it outside, because it's against the rules to have it sitting at your feet or hanging on your chairback. i guess in case your bowtie is really a camera.
but, it's over. on to revising my eight-year-old undergraduate thesis.
