The better-half is spending some time with his mother this evening and I’ve been spending time with my computer. I have to write a personal statement as part of my grad school application. I looked around on the web for some examples but couldn’t find anything that remotely resembled what I have to do. I think I’m finally finished with it. I find it difficult to write 5-6 paragraphs about myself and why I’m a good candidate for graduate studies.
I received my Miller Analogies test results today and can’t quite believe how well I did. I did freakishly well. When I took the SATs (a gazillion times) and the GREs (twice), I couldn’t do well to save my life. Seriously, if the test results were to determine if I lived or died, I did poorly enough that the firing squad would have delivered my scores via arrows through my airy skull. I don’t think I’ve gotten smarter in the last dozen or so years, so I must be more determined this time. Gasp, could I be shedding some of my apathy? I hope not. I have to have something that distinguishes me as member of Gen-X.
On a totally different subject, how is it that Tracy Chapman’s debut album is still fabulous after all this time? It never sounds old or dated.