Blah blah, reapplying for PhD programs, blah blah, need to retake GREs (Graduate Record Exams). Blah blah, suck at math...
So, GREs. GRES=SATs on crack. Because no English major has taken a math class in a decade, and we all automatically fail. Case in point, the first time I took the GRE subject test, I scored in the 45th percentile in math. That means that 55% of the test takers did better than me. Yeah.
I took two practice sections today. On the first one, I missed 7 out of 20. On the second one, I missed 9 out of 20. Yes, we're confirming the fact that we'd already suspected when I failed Trig back in high school (50% on the final, baby). The inalienable truth is that Kara sucks at math. And she's not quite sure why her PhD career should depend on this, since she will not get asked, at her oral comprehensive exams, if x/3=y/5, and x < 0 < y, then which is greater, the number of trains in Auckland, or the number of Kara's brain cells lost thinking about this question.
I blame my distrust of math on an actual question asked in my 8th grade algebra book:
How do you keep an Eskimo warm?
Answer: Give him a Home on the Range.
My mom and I couldn't figure it out. My math tutor couldn't figure it out. My frakkin' math book used a pun.
And you wonder why I married the man I did.
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