Everyone said good luck on the GRE! You're gonna kill it! But in reality the only thing I'll be killing is myself.
This is like how Taylor handled the press after VMA 2009gate. The experience itself was chaotic and horrific, but I'm ever so moved by the outpouring of well wishes I received from grad students I've otherwise imagined myself to have a borderline parasitic relationship with. It's insane to me that they don't hate their subordinates because it's just so easy to.
Today I wondered what would happen if I just started double dosing for shits & gigs, but it's important to note that I should probably be decreasing my dosage with the amount of careless blunders I've been committing.Â
You may have (unequivocally have) bested me in the quant, but you can't say dick about my analytical. That essay was solid gold for a half hour-er. Course I won't receive a congruous grade, because racism, but I had an absolute Ball writing it. I love the chance to yell about Andrea Dworkin and the Boston Tea Party, so I ran right along with it. Verbal is also much funner. And I said, I kind of like that I'm not good at math because...I wouldn't be. I just wouldn't, and that's what makes the most sense. That's how God intended it. And I went to Sephora at sunset thereafter, cherry lime Poppi in hand, overpriced parking spot registered, and 1989 cardigan-adorned. ETS will try to break my soul but unfortunately I am a Swiftie so I will in fact prevail where they fail.Â
But yeah I don't think I'll be applying this cycle. Laugh out loud. If everyone thinks I'm so good, why amn't I? This test is designed to make you doubt yourself I'm convinced hahhaha.
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