Fairytale

A GRE Fairytale

Once upon a time a physics major registered for the physics GRE. She studied a lot for it--almost every day. The date finally arrived, and she went to the testing center with her ID and her registration ticket and her sharpened pencils and her profound lack of safety blanket/calculator. She registered and took her seat. When they passed out the tests she raised her hand for the Literature and English exam. And she lived happily ever after.

The end.

Actually, it didn't go that badly. I answered a lot of the questions. I knew a lot of things. I remembered a lot of things. And I think I filled in all the bubbles correctly.

On another topic, the other day when sharing a dressing room with a friend--and although that sounds like a perfect setup for lesbian sex, it sadly did not happen--I discovered that I now have biceps that Rosie the Riveter wouldn't be completely ashamed of. Some of you who are more built might snicker at my delight to find that I have actual muscles.

Allow me to enlighten you: I am a small girl. Always have been, always will be. Until I got to college, I didn't really have muscle at all, except in my calves from walking on my tiptoes all the time. (another story for another day) This year, I rekindled my love of rock climbing on a more regular basis, and voila! muscles. I guess that's what happens when you work out four or five days a week.