Countdown to doomsday...

...otherwise known as GRE test day.

So, I have figured out that I remember nothing from math - epecially alegebra. I mean I took algebra when I was in 8th grade - that was in - god...1993-1994? I haven't taken a math course since I was a senior in high school - specifically since Deember of 1998. So my math skills - a little rusty. In the way that, oh if the Titanic were raised and left on a humid, hot coast line, it would be rusty. I also rediscovered why I Hate math. This is hate with a capital H here - it's because whenever I tried and try ro figure things out on my own - teachers (all men except for my Calc teacher senior year I might add) told me I was wrong - and that even though my anser was correct - I still couldn't do math. This is continueing to this day via my grandfather and Gene. Now, I don't want to go on a male bashing frenzy here - both of them are looking out for my own good and trying their best to help me study. However - it only demonstrated to me why I have a deep-seated and inherent Hatred of mathematics.

So, it is two more days of intensive study via computer generated test and then D-Day or rather the T-Day approacheth at 9:00 a.m. Saturday.



The T-Day approacheth - I knew I was an English person. Now 10 points if you can name the title of the play from which I pulled that. - and Colleen you have to give the other's a fighting chance - no fair coming in with your Master's in English and knockin them out ;)