So, Rachel decided to wake up early this morning--6ish. She fell back asleep in our bed for a couple hours, but by 8 she was completely restless. Since she refused to sleep and Nancy, the sore broken one, refused to get up, I played the hero and woke up early to play with Rachel.
8 AM is early for a vacation. There was only one day this break that I had to get up earlier than 10--the day I had scheduled for the GRE. On my mental calendar, this event was scheduled for 8 AM on January 3rd. Tomorrow morning.
As I let Rachel roll around for a couple hours, I dinked around on the internet looking at news, blogs, and such. At 10 Nancy emerged and came and joined me in my internet dinking.
At 10:18, I checked my e-mail and saw a weird item on the agenda for today, scheduled from 9-1: the GRE. I panicked. I frantically searched for the confirmation page I got after registering. Surely my mental calendar was right--I was taking the test tomorrow and would be studying and practicing all day today.
The confirmation page confirmed that in fact, I was wrong. My mental calendar failed me. Google Calendar won. I was 1 hour and 19 minutes late for a test I had paid $140 for!
I called the testing center (as per Nancy's advice) and discovered that I could still take the test and not be charged any cancellation or reregistration fee if I got there before 1 PM, so I rushed down to Lindon to take the GRE.
No relaxing day of studying for me today. Nope. Just a stressful 3 hours of crazy test taking.
Now the GRE is done. Tomorrow is no longer doomsday. I can now revel in the remainder of today, basking in the height of my scores, which were, umm.... something. I had forgotten them by the time I got in my car to go home.