GRE, the moment of truth.

Yes, the day has come. I will soon approach the ominous "measuring stick" of academia, backing in to recieve the judgement, as we lined up on the wall as children to see if we had grown, hoping that we show signs of improvement. I'll be pressing my spine against the splintery reality of objective truth, by typing in responses to curious questions. Knowing full well that I haven't digested the necessary classics (Homer, Plato, Euclid, Rousseau, & Chomsky) required to give one the life-time advantage of recondite vocabulary and algebraic reasoning. Additionally, the more I take practice tests, the more my score decreases, leaving the uneasy feeling of "you can't learn this stuff overnight."

Measuring. The necessary evil in a context of progress. I'll be relieved when it's over.