Me: I washed my hair this morning. I feel so fucking fluffy.
He: That’s one thing I like about you. I never have the remotest idea what you’ll say next.
Me: I washed my hair this morning. I feel so fucking fluffy.
He: That’s one thing I like about you. I never have the remotest idea what you’ll say next.
We all filed in to the history class, took off coats, got out pencils and paper, settled in.
Our teacher walked in, put down her notes, sat down in her chair, and said “Now… do we have a test today?”
For about ten seconds you could have heard a pin drop. Class full of deer-in-headlight stares.
Who would have thought such a sweet-looking little lady would have such a sadistic laugh.
(No, the test is next week.)
Took the GMAT today, scored a 590. Ten points lower than I did on my practice run.
I did very poorly on the “Quantitative” (e.g. math) part, and quite well on the “Verbal” (e.g. English) part. My understanding is that the maximum possible score is 800, and 500 is considered “average.” So I did slightly above average.
I’m quite sure, based on absolutely no evidence whatsoever, that everyone else applying for the Master’s program will be making 700s and above on their GMATs, so my abysmal performance will disqualify me.
*sigh*