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I came home around 45 minutes ago to my GRE scores. Surprising. I was thinking about them today, and wasn't expecting them 'til later. Got the 5 I thought I'd get in Writing. I'm fairly certain I scored a 6 on the Argument Analysis and a 4 on the Issue. My scores were fairly middling over all (4.2 is the average for Writing, according to the helpful pamphlet ETS sent with my scores). I can do okay if I don't try, so can you imagine what I can achieve if I put sustained effort into my work? No power in the 'verse, I'm telling you. I just have to get my motor going. I think those rejection letters will be a needed slap in the face.
Yeah. Can't wait for those.
Sigh.
I met up with Camarasana, aka "The Woman That Caused Me to Not Apply to U. Illinois Chicago" this afternoon, after I was done proctoring an exam. An exam that was scheduled to start at 8:30, thus requiring me to wake up for 6:15 so I could catch a bus by 6:45. That's my way of getting to the fact that I'm tired as a mofo right now.
Right. Went up to Camarasana's office. I was trying to gather up some anger; I'd sent the woman around 5 e-mails and didn't receive a single response. When I caught sight of her though I couldn't. She looked frazzled and slightly out-of-it. She's working on her dissertation thesis and all, along with running two classes and trying to find a job since her grant gives out after this semester...and she gave me the nicest tired smile when I said hi. I sort of stammered about the e-mails and inquired about the U. of Illinois letter that I never received (she claims she's been inundated with e-mails and just hasn't had a chance to reply, and she thinks she mailed out the letter...which is an impossibility since the envelope was addressed to me) then I asked how she was doing. She smiled again, wearily, and said "okay" in the way I'd say "okay" if asked what I was doing; "okay" meaning "I know you probably don't care but I'm so fuckin' busy right now, and if I get talking about it I won't be able to stop". I like her, even though she did screw me over. I hope she does well. And I hope I don't have to ask her for another letter.
Had my Psych test. Didn't know nearly enough. I looked over the answer key the Prof just posted and I think I got an 88. So pissed.
End of the day was Ethics. Fat. Jesus. Stuck in a cave. I...if I tried to explain it I'd laugh myself silly. Needless to say, it was a hilarious end to a long day.
Yeah. Can't wait for those.
Sigh.
I met up with Camarasana, aka "The Woman That Caused Me to Not Apply to U. Illinois Chicago" this afternoon, after I was done proctoring an exam. An exam that was scheduled to start at 8:30, thus requiring me to wake up for 6:15 so I could catch a bus by 6:45. That's my way of getting to the fact that I'm tired as a mofo right now.
Right. Went up to Camarasana's office. I was trying to gather up some anger; I'd sent the woman around 5 e-mails and didn't receive a single response. When I caught sight of her though I couldn't. She looked frazzled and slightly out-of-it. She's working on her dissertation thesis and all, along with running two classes and trying to find a job since her grant gives out after this semester...and she gave me the nicest tired smile when I said hi. I sort of stammered about the e-mails and inquired about the U. of Illinois letter that I never received (she claims she's been inundated with e-mails and just hasn't had a chance to reply, and she thinks she mailed out the letter...which is an impossibility since the envelope was addressed to me) then I asked how she was doing. She smiled again, wearily, and said "okay" in the way I'd say "okay" if asked what I was doing; "okay" meaning "I know you probably don't care but I'm so fuckin' busy right now, and if I get talking about it I won't be able to stop". I like her, even though she did screw me over. I hope she does well. And I hope I don't have to ask her for another letter.
Had my Psych test. Didn't know nearly enough. I looked over the answer key the Prof just posted and I think I got an 88. So pissed.
End of the day was Ethics. Fat. Jesus. Stuck in a cave. I...if I tried to explain it I'd laugh myself silly. Needless to say, it was a hilarious end to a long day.
