There must be something seriously wrong with me. Neurologically wrong or something. I’ve come to the slow, painful realization that I enjoy taking standardized tests.
It’s not some sadistic form of torture, at least not that I know of. I was editing some copy for a GRE/MCAT/PCAT, etc section of a website today and I actually longed, physically had a craving to take one of these tests. I would be lying if the actual thought that accompanied this pang of nostalgia wasn’t, “I should take the GRE just for fun.”
Dear Lord, what is wrong with me?
Perhaps it’s my obsession with diagnosing myself (what’s the term for that, hyperagnosia?) that leads me to love and crave bubbles and Scantron tests. I desire to know how I fit into the system, how I measure up…but not against other people, but against the faceless, nameless masses. It’s like I feel like I’m being measured against the big brain in the sky. Like somehow filling in little circles for four consecutive hours will unlock my entire code of personality and being (as soon as I get the results back in 6-8 weeks). I must be seriously deranged.
In all fairness, I could do without all of the preliminary “fill in your name, address, blah blah blah.” That stuff bores me. Just get me to the good stuff. Hell, even the terms “verbal, quantitative and analytical” get me rather worked up. I need help.
