GRE

This morning was the GRE.

The doors were locked and the proctor was unable to open them. DPS needed to be sent for. It was all a bit of a muddle. The organization displayed did not impress the students who had paid hundreds of dollars to be tested.

Shockingly, the test-taking was not my favorite. But there were good moments. I woke up and read an encouraging email from a friend who knew I was taking the test. Walking out of the test, I received a text from a different friend checking in to see how it went. If it were not for the stress and struggle of the GRE process, those moments would not have occurred.

I'm starting to become a fan of contrast and learning to separate the contrasts from the variations.

While I was writing this post, my mother called me.

Words contrasting with silence - each replete with its own meaning.