Posted by schroeder915 on December 16, 2006
Four days to go until G-day. I’m re-taking the GRE for the second time in … I won’t say how many years it’s been. I’ll just say it’s longer than the Educational Testing Service holds on to previous scores, which is why I have to take it again. How does it feel? Painful. My brain strains and shudders and sobs every time I open up my sopororific study guide. But re-learn the FOIL method I will, and commit to memory the meaning of words like “Donnybrook” I shall.
The paragon institution of erudite liberal arts academic pursuits to which I have applied has ordered that I be subjected to the base ritual of a standardized multiple choice exam to determine if I am, indeed, capable of taking standardized tests, can still solve for x in a polynomial equation, and can find an angle formed by a transversal across parallel lines. There is no possibility of obviating the requirement, supplicating the review board, or malingering in the specious notion that it might be overlooked.
So, until I emerge from my apprenticeship in the requisite skills to cheat the GRE test creators out of their ardor to separate me from my goal in complete opprobrium, I shall be obdurate in my quest, and abate my garrulous proclivities.
In the meantime, I offer the photo above as a reminder that this completely gutted house in a severely-flooded neighborhood wouldn’t be posted for sale, and the owners wouldn’t have moved somewhere else, if it weren’t for the fact that the federal government first destroyed their house, and then abandoned them without due compensation. Tens of thousands of other Americans are being forced to make the same decision, to retain only the memories of the homes and lives they once had, and of a city they loved as one of the most unique in the world.