... = ugh.
i'm 41 years old, people. FORTY-ONE. are you kidding me that i have to learn this again? (plus, not to be culturally insensitive, but who plows fields anymore?)
seriously, though, with the test in 3 days, i think it's time to start tapering. i remember how happy i was when i was racing - it was almost worth the brutal month before the race to enjoy that blissful week of going out for a little 5-mile jaunt or, the day before the race, a positively heavenly 2-mile jog. so i'm thinking a couple more writing exercises, a couple more reviews of math formulas and maybe working a few more of those damn mixture problems (i just can't seem to get those. i must have known how to do them at one point, but i can't seem to get it back.) no more vocab words. i just don't have to know what "calumny" means, ever. (why would i not just say "slander"??)
on the other hand, classes are going pretty well. it's trippy being in undergrad classes again. my morning class is, predictably, full of younguns, whereas my evening class has older people (not as old as i am, but older). i have one professor that my mom would call a "pistol." she's funny and doesn't take shit from anyone and doesn't hesitate to embarrass you (in a nice kind of way, if that is possible) if you're bullshitting. my other one is smart, you can tell, but disorganized: the type of professor that has a ton of papers when she's lecturing and can never quite find the one she's looking for. when she does find it, sometimes she just reads from it, a mile a minute. no way can you get all that down. we all end up looking around at each other like "did anyone get that? no? ok then ..."
AND i scored a work contract that i'm excited about. it starts, predictably, the day after the GRE. more on that as it unfolds.
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