So I have a theory regarding the GRE. It goes as follows: if you’re smart enough to manage to sign yourself up for this god-forsaken exam, you shouldn’t have to actually take the test in order to get into graduate school. Seriously. I spent a good hour and a half on the phone this afternoon just trying to get an appointment (okay, it probably didn’t help that the whole world’s also trying to get an appointment before October 1, when the test gets an additional writing section). If you can guess the correct number to call without making two or three phone calls in error, you’re honestly smarter than I.
A lesser man would have given up after calling three “incorrect” numbers (quotation marks ’cause, by all rights, they should have been “correct” numbers). A lesser man might have given up after waiting, even before I got to wait on hold, for upwards of 20 minutes, listening to a recorded voice drone on about test procedures. A lesser man probably would have hung up when the attendant answered and immediately started reading from the same script from which the recorded voice (noted above) read. They are not I, though. I persevered, and got my appointment in Boston on September 17th. For my hard work, I pay $109, plus time lost. Great.
posted September 3, 2002 – 6:54 pm
In case you were curious my Hebrew name looks like this (thanks to Tova for her last-minute help):
It translates to “David, son of Andrew”. ‘Course it looked a little scratchier when I nervously signed it on the wedding contract at Dan & Marcie’s wedding on Sunday.
Know of any cheap flights to Seattle?
posted September 3, 2002 – 11:13 am
So it’s really hard to say “Irish Swiss Cheese,” but apparently it’s quite tasty. According to the guy in the supermarket, at least. Who knew they made that there? I’ll let you know how it is…
It was 11:30 PM when I got home last night, and there was a cryptic note on the whiteboard saying “Dan called, it’s very important, call him back tonight.” Only one problem: which Dan? My friend from Brandeis who’s getting married this weekend, or my landlord? I can’t call either of them at 11:30 at night without being sure they’re the right person. So *69 pulled through in the clutch, and I got the number (which I didn’t recognize, and had to run through Anywho’s reverse lookup). Dan & his fiancee asked if I wouldn’t witness the signing of the Ketubah at their wedding. Honored as I am, I need to learn how to sign my Hebrew name by Sunday. Any clues?
posted August 29, 2002 – 8:56 pm
Went salsa dancing at Johnny D’s last night, and had a blast. It’s so nice to have that kind of venue only two blocks away from my house. I really haven’t had a bad time there since I started going – salsa, folk music, blues, dinner. It’s all good.
I also went with the fam to the Cloisters in NYC this weekend. It was gorgeous, and the drizzly, cool weather was somehow very appropriate for hanging out in a medieval castle.
posted August 26, 2002 – 8:06 am
So I was reading the personals and someone wrote this about what they were looking for in a person:
“it would be boring and probably pointless to make a list of ingredients here when all i want is for the cake to taste good when it’s finished.”
Well put.
posted August 21, 2002 – 3:16 pm