Monday, February 15th, 2010
Test Anxiety Tomorrow I take the first of my three qualifying exams for grad school. It's kind of like the Board Certification that doctors go through, though if I mess up no one will have to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of their life. After years of preparation and pouring over hundreds of books, it comes down to 7 hours, 3 questions, and 1 judgment: Pass or Fail.

For the past month I've have a recurring nightmare that I'm taking the exam and look at the clock and realize I have 5 minutes left and have only gotten as far as writing my name. Then I look down and realize I have NO PANTS.

The cool thing is that I can take the exam at home and email it to the department. I've got candy stations set up around my desk and the kitties will be locked in the bathroom (Andrew too if he doesn't leave early enough).

I think it will go pretty well. I have a good grasp on why Jefferson went to war with Nazi Germany over Watergate. All I need to do is figure out how the abduction of the Lindbergh baby led to the Emancipation Palpitation...better check Wikipedia.