Monday, September 24, 2007
I have not studied particularly hard for the GRE I am to take tomorrow. I should prove more than competent on the verbal sections, but I might display an amazing lack of skill with regard to the math section, for I cannot count without my fingers. Granted, my fingers will be with me, presumably, when I take the exam, but I've only got eight (excluding three thumbs).
In prior instances of the above type (whereinwhich I have had a maddening lack of preparation), I have found it best just to crawl under the bedcovers earlier than usual. Cramming will only make me more anxious; I would rather be able to reason my way through things.
My apathy toward life this week makes me a little apprehensive. I am taking the GRE, writing two papers (one in German, which I do not speak, and another in English, which I do not speak particularly well, being a Texan; I must furthermore overcome the complication of the paper's subject: Latin-language elegy), taking a Latin exam, and beginning a new, sure-to-be-unexciting job. My lack of concern or motivation is a little frightening.
I've concluded that I very much need to leave Lubbock.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:41 PM]