I think I’ve narrowed my preliminary graduate programs down to two, possibly three. More and more I am liking the idea of taking a year off to leisurely work on some credits and earn a little money. However, I don’t want to move home. I may stick around SanAntonio for a year…living in the Marquis seems to be working for a few of my friends. It’s so scary to think about; therefore, I will not.
Instead I will talk about my weekend. I survived the GRE if by surviving means I finished it. It kicked my ass. I was not happy. Standardized tests should go away; they aren’t fair.
Here comes Jenny. Therefore I must leave.