1. I'd forgotten how quickly number 2 pencils wear down.
2. Watching the "John Adams" miniseries was the best thing that ever happened to my vocabulary. Had it not been for Paul Giamatti's excellent portrayal, I never would have been able to complete the analogies for words like "vicissitude".
After finishing the four-hour long test, I was welcomed back into reality by a barrage (oooo, GRE word) of picture texts from Kip which thoroughly documented the trip that he and Ainslie took to Costco in my absence. I basically stood in the testing room grinning like a fool at my phone while my fellow test takers shuffled around me, wondering who the crazy lady was.
In all honesty, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, I ended my first analytical essay in the middle of a sentence because I ran out of time (leave 'em wanting more, I say!). Sure, I frantically filled in the last few ovals in random order for both the math sections because I sat staring dumbfoundedly at the geometry questions for too long (you know it's bad when you remember not understanding it in high school either). But I took the darn test, and in six weeks, I'll know how I did. And so will Boston College (ack), Yale (double ack), Notre Dame (triple ack), and Catholic Theological Union (actually not ack-worthy, but only because they don't need the scores). No need to freak out.....really.