a stripper studies

For the past three days, I've been studying like a madwoman for the GRE's. The first practice test that I took indicated that my intelligence level would barely have saved me from being forcefully sterilized in the early 1900's. Promising. The second practice test was a little bit better, which gives me great hope that when I take the test TOMORROW, I'll fare well enough to get into schools that regularly struggle with their accreditation.

OK, OK, that's an exaggeration. But still, this thing tests concepts that I haven't seen in well over 10 years (enough said). I have a running list of concepts that I need to go over, like fractions, exponents, factoring, etc., and I associate almost all of them with sitting in a crowded middle school classroom and drawing on my jeans as Mr. G stood at the front of the room writing on the board and cracking nerdy math jokes.

That was around the time that I was completely checked out of school. In fact, I think it was in that very math class that my friend C. pierced my ears with a safety pin. Multiplying fractions = bloody earlobe. I still did pretty well in math, enough to save me from having to retake it the following year. Anyway, don't you remember that some straight-shooting adults always told you that you'd never use math in the eral world? Which is true, but what they don't tell you is that all that time is completely, utterly wasted becuase not only will you not use the concepts, you'll actually forget them altogether. Your seive-like mind will not retain them in favor of grown-up concerns like, should I drink in Hollywood or Santa Monica tonight?

Anwyay, enough time on this. I have to study. Wish me luck tomorrow!