…or the Graduate Record Exam. Take your pick.
Since I’ve made the decision to go back to school this fall to work on a doctorate, I have to take this beautiful test next weekend. Honestly, I think I’ll be OK. I took a practice exam (or two), and they made me feel sufficiently dumb, so I think I’m prepared.
I guess I’m less worried about this than I should be. That confidence (whether founded or not) comes from the fact that every day of my life (or at least those at work) is spent doing math and writing reports on a variety of subjects. However, I think I’ll take one or two more practice exams, just to be sure. My phiolosphy on testing has always been the same: You either know it or you don’t, and there comes a point when studying will give you no further advantage. (I learned that while working on a minor in History.)
So…wish me luck. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, too.
