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Well... I suppose blogger would be a good way to explode without affecting too many people...

I AM DONE WITH MY GMAT...
Or rather, I was done about 24 hours ago.

I feel like abandoning all grammar, spelling, punctuation, logic, comprehension, reasoning, and anything math-related.  But that would only torture me...

Just a quick synopsis of what it was like while I tested (you can skip if you'd like since I elaborate on unimportant details):

  • waited for over 20 minutes to have my turn to sign-in.
  • had my picture taken when I wasn't ready and scrunched over because I was too tall.
  • had my palms scanned 6 times.
  • put my stuff away in a locker with a door that loudly swings shut on people's fingers.
  • had my right palm scanned again.
  • was given disposable earplugs, laminated note-boards, and 2 pens.
  • entered testing room and sat "my" computer.
  • discovered my seat wouldn't lower (I'm hoping it wasn't because it thought I was too light).
  • found my hands to be so sweaty, I wondered how the palm-vein scan recognized me.
  • scanned through bunches of policies, school codes, and whatnot screens.
  • attempted to use earplugs (I SQUEEZED THOSE YELLOW PIECES UNTIL MY FINGERS WERE WHITE AND THEY STILL WOULDN'T FIT IN MY EARS!!).
  • gave up attempt.
  • began the argument of issue essay.
  • had a surprising amount to say in 30 minutes, so much I didn't get to proofread my hurried conclusion!
  • began the analysis of issue essay.
  • had less to say but more examples and yet it felt really disorganized.
  • prayed God would have mercy on my weakest area that I just completed.
  • signed out and had my palm scanned.
  • scurried out to eat all the chocolate my packed me.
  • had my palm scanned.
  • transitioned into quantitative section.
  • resolved to manage time well.
  • jotted down time allotment chart.
  • dove into math section.
  • scribbled madly over 2 whole sheets.
  • noticed there were only 4 minutes left to do last 5 questions. SNAP!
  • *slapped forehead for making the same dumb mistake*.
  • hurried through to glance over problems and at least mark down answers.
  • missed last question.
  • silently got angry at self.
  • prayed God would have mercy on me for not learning from the past.
  • signed out and had my palm scanned.
  • ate some nuts and dried blueberries.
  • had my palm scanned.
  • transitioned into verbal section.
  • found questions to be strange but not terribly difficult.
  • happy to find the second most difficult section to be actually sorta enjoyable! (shock)
  • completed verbal section with 4 minutes to spare.
  • slowly completed last few informational screens praying all the while God would have mercy on me.
  • nearly "wringed" my hands of life.
  • saw my score and was relieved to see at least my score was in 90th percentile.
  • realized I'd score on a lower percentile for quantitative than on verbal (no, no, no! now people are going to think my verbal skills are better than my quantitative skills, which they are NOT!!) (see? that was grammatically unclear).
  • signed out and had my palm scanned.
  • threw away earplugs.
  • returned note boards and pens to test administrator.
  • was told by test administrator that she was unwilling to erase all my hard work.
  • felt like it was something I'd prefer to erase.
  • got my printed scores and called Mom.

Ok... so maybe not a quick synopsis, but it's not an essay.  Needless to say, God was watching over me even though I sometimes didn't feel like it.  And even with a test score that I would have preferred to be higher, God can use me.  God is good.

Now I'm praying this will be enough to get me into at least 1 MBA program... if not... I've got bunches of other back up plans... which may very well have been God's plan A.  I'll see.

Hoping you all had a less stressful week than I did!  I shall commence torturing the family with something musically instrumental.

Blessings,
CJ

P.s. I had organic chocolate chip ice-cream yesterday.
P.p.s. We also got subs from Subway and the guys serving were hilarious!!
P.p.p.s. We pre-bought Courageous and picked it up yesterday!  It's taking all the restraint from Mom not to open it up and not watch it until Sunday night. I can't wait!!

Comments

  1. ROFL!! Miss CJ, that cracked me up. :D :D I'm so glad it went well! I'll be praying about your getting accepted into an MBA! Love ya sistah [{hug}]

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  2. Aha! I knew I could trust my Essie sister to read all that and get a good laugh out of it... I know I did to think back on what happened! Thank you so much for your prayers! *hugs*

    P.s. "like" your profile pic!

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  3. I have just decided that I am going to avoid the GMAT at all costs! :-P Good for you for sticking it out! I'm sure there were a lot of people praying for you on planes that day :-)

    So do you have your score now? And what MBA programs are you applying to? Praying for you :-)

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  4. You know, it's not the plague, Mac. Besides, I'm sure you would cream it, if you ever decided to try. Yes, I'm blessed to know that several people did! If weren't for you all, I'd be a goner!

    Yep, I got 700 total in the verbal and quantitative sections, but I'm still waiting on the writing section score (kind of like the English Composition CLEP). I mentioned the programs in my next post. Thank you for your prayers!

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