Measured and found lacking

Today was the day. GRE is over. Finally. Brain is fatiqued. Emotions wane. Scores were less than expected. Verbal 510. Quantitative 490. Analytical pending.

I feel like I have many times as a kid, looking at the wall where us children were being measured and marked. Trying not to stand on your tip toes. But wanting to. Getting marked. Then looking back to see where it is. Seeing the mark lower than anticipated, and not as high as the others. Then I would say, "Come on, I'm taller than that aren't I?" And the consolation given is, "don't be discouraged, short people are good people too."

Measurement sucks.