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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Lots Off My Chest

I forgot how utterly grueling those standardized tests can be.  I felt like it would never end, and when I got home I slept for two hours even though I got plenty of sleep the night before.

They give you your scores right when you finish now, which is nice because it eliminates the anxiety of anticipation but also annoying because the test is so fresh in your memory that you can't help but try to run through all the questions to figure out what you did wrong.

I found the math portion much harder than I expected, and I am pretty good with quantitative stuff so I imagine other people must have found it very difficult.  It's possible my scores will be scaled depending on how other people did; I imagine the scores in general on the quantitative reasoning section will be lower than average.

Either way, I did well.  I got a 167/170 on the quant and 162/170 on the verbal.  I was disappointed by the verbal score and felt the air get sucked out of me when I saw it but whatever, I'm not trying to get a master's in philosophy or reading comprehension so I imagine schools will understand.

I am just happy to have it no longer hanging over my head, this thing I should be studying for even though I don't feel like it.  I won't be able to put off doing work or writing here because I should really be doing more practice questions.

Over the weekend, we went to our cooking class at the Institute of Culinary Education.  I got my mom spots in the Essentials of Tuscan Cooking class for her birthday, knowing her love of Italian food and my general indifference towards it that leaves us not getting it nearly as often as we should.  The class itself was interesting: there was no class, just a packet of recipes handed out and we split up into teams to work on them.  My responsibility was the Almond and Anise Biscotti which was delicious, and my mother made the Cipollini Agrodolce (sweet and sour onions) and Pappa al Pomodoro which was a strange mix of bread stewed in tomatoes and olive oil.  Everyone in the class seemed to have a pretty good grasp on cooking which made it fun, and it was nice talking to other people.  There seemed to be quite a few mother-daughters pairs there, putting me at ease that this wouldn't be heavily couple focused as these things sometimes are.


The classes were definitely expensive but I would look forward to doing another one, as it was a fun evening and there were even tons of leftovers for people to take home (not that we did).

It was beautiful out on Sunday so I wore my OD short pants, the shortest of the short. I bought these online anticipating ankle length and was too lazy to return, so whatever, I'm working with them.

shirt: j. crew striped sailor top || pants: j brand agnes coated jeans in stealth || bag: balenciaga black RH city || shoes: saks fifth ave black label nude randi flats

On Friday I am leaving for a weekend away with my boyfriend upstate and then we are having Easter at my house with his family on Sunday.  This whole thing is turning into much more of a fiasco than it should be and I'm honestly dreading it.  My mother and I have been wondering why we even offered but we are trying to make the best of a difficult situation.

Has anyone else ever had problems with an SO's family that at times seem insurmountable? It's scary because when you marry someone you really do marry their family as well, so it's just been making me dwell on these things a lot.  What do you do if someone's wonderful but you absolutely dread being around his family?  I've tried getting over it because I've never had any issue with someone's family before; in fact, most of my friends' families and I get along quite well.  It just doesn't seem to be something I can get over right now, and I don't want to constantly have to do things that make me miserable.  I even circle the block a few times when I stay at his house, trying to delay the inevitable, pondering just going home and playing sick.  I shouldn't feel that way, I'm pretty sure of it.

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