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Committed, that is. 

To an insane asylum.

No, please.  Not to worry.  Not yet anyway.

I'm just feeling the "Pucker Factor" after enrolling in a GRE-prep course and committing to take them.

Prep is every Wednesday, for six weeks, three hours a night (6:30-9:30 p.m.) in downtown D.C. beginning March 11.  This seemed much more reasonable for me than trying to dedicate a full Saturday/Sunday weekend.  The little mass of grey matter I call my brain can absorb only so much only so quickly.  No need to tempt my brain to go 'splody during prep.  Unfortunately this impacts upon choir availability heading into Holy Week and Easter, but it couldn't be helped.  Me culpa.

Friday, April 24 (1:30-5:30 p.m.) in Test Day.  Hmm, the theme from 'Jaws' is playing in my head.  Yep, I'm chum! 

Well, the line is drawn in the sand.  Please pray for me as I conquer this next looming giant important step.  Thank you.

May God's Peace be with us all. 


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Feb. 17th, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)
You are making this WAY more ominous than it needs to be
You were bright enough to marry Chrissie; you're bright enough to take the flippin' test.

Now relax and watch the blinkin' lights. Kazillions of people have taken the GRE. So far there's not been ONE fatality. Not one. I promise.

And one of the great things about GRE prep courses is the familiarity you'll have with the structural form of the test before you even walk into the room.

Deep breaths, Bruddah, you'll do fine.
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