Saturday, October 13, 2007

Faux Cruel Fate

What could be sadder than having to give up sleeping in on a quiet, rainy Saturday morning to go sit at a Kaplan computer, agonizing over algebraic "tricks," writing statements persuasively about bland, vague subjects, and hoping your brain can function as well as an electronic dictionary so you can determine whether "palliate" and "exacerbate" are indeed antonyms?

Right now I could be taking the GRE. My friend is doing it, and I stopped studying over a month ago when I realized I a) was not all that capable of learning math all over again, as if from scratch; b) didn't need it for the degree I want.

(Besides, I took it 11 years ago, on paper, when the analytical section was made of puzzles and not writing, and I did very well in vocabulary, decently in "thinking," and adequately in the math. I was so much older then, and I'm younger than that now. So, no, I really don't want to go through it again. Diane is a heroine.)

As for me, instead of sleeping here in the dark with the cat and/or my husband and/or a book, I will go out into the rain, put on a cheery disposition and meet some 15 or so track club kids, some of whom have qualified for or participated in some kind of Junior Olympics, I think.

Rah, rah, city kids, have you any pull?
Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am, we'll summon you.


What would Charlie Brown do?

1 comment:

DKC said...

This time of year he would again miss when trying to kick the football and, perhaps, join Linus in waiting for The Great Pumpkin.