So, its over. Thank god. It was hard. Really really hard. I was prepared, kind of, yet not at all. I studied, a lot, but not all the right stuff, only some of it. Some of the questions were really easy. A passage about a Miss Bennet and a Mr. Darcy and then a question along the lines of "Who wrote this book?" Um, seriously? But then also questions about an obscure Greek and/or Roman god and their lineage, which, seriously? I kind of ran out of time towards the end, and I learned just how fast I could fill out a 230 bubble scantron, which is to say really fucking fast. I also learned that most of Emily Dickinson's poems, those which are written in Ballad Stanza (which I learned to identify) can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas." If you don't believe me, go ahead, try it. Hahah sucker, now you have "Because I Could Not Stop For Death" + The Yellow Rose of Texas tune stuck in your head. Welcome to my world.
Now I have a kind of Stockholm-Syndrome feeling. I am at work, with nothing to do, and I'm not frantically memorizing a giant pile of flashcards or trolling Wikipedia to confirm a birth or death date. I have literally nothing that I *should* be doing right now. Its very strange, this not having something to stress out about or completely monopolize my time with. I guess now I'm going to start on my Read A Book A Week Program. I need a book and the one I was going to start with is still in queue at the library. Any suggestions?
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