I recall, senior year in undergrad school taking the GREs.
Went in with my roommate. I should note that she was one of these naturally bright people. She studied, even if she didn’t have to; 4.0 all the way. Dean’s List.
IIRC, we were told to answer as many questions as we could, in as many areas as we felt comfortable; just make sure the answers were correct. Don’t guess.
Finished my areas early and went on to other sections. I remember as if it was yesterday, my whole life flashing before me. So I finish filling my blue-book and twiddle and hem and haw; check my work. Glance over to my roommate...she is filling her third blue-book.
Geez. Give the blue-book to the proctor; I leave the exam room after the greatest test for underarm deodorant ever made. My roommate is still writing feverishly.
I’m thinking, there is no God.
Well .... so.... how did you do?
Your post made me laugh out loud. Then I remembered a law school exam I took on criminal law and shuddered. Good times? Not so much.