By Beauty Damned

What a glorious day

Okay, well it's not that especially glorious, but I'm in a really impenatrably good mood at the moment. Much better than this morning when I posted a few more complaints in what seems to have become a small littany of grumpiness on my blog recently. (Oh and there's plenty more that I'm not sharing, so just be greatful that you don't have to hear the whole lot.)

Anyway, I went and took my four hour diagnostic test for my Kaplan course this morning. I was hands down the oldest person there. There were a whole lot of teenagers and I was just glad I'd worn tight jeans and a hot pink velour hoodie so that I looked a little younger, at least in dress. I'm pretty sure I saw one or two sets of eyes wondering about me. Or maybe it was just my own slight self consciousness about being 26 and finally just now getting around to doing this thing that it seems like so many others do in their last year of high school. It's a confirmation in some ways of the fact that I was such a failure in school.

I've never felt the least bit remorseful that I was a failure in school because it didn't hold me back from making money or living my life the way that I wanted to. It's never mattered much until I became an adult and just recently decided to try to take the next step up towards a new form of fulfillment while I have a chance during my short existence on this planet. Formal Education. Alien words to a former dilinquent, but it's nice that those two words no longer sound so threatening.

So the test wasn't that bad. Not bad at all. The hours flew by as I marked one little bubble after another, feeling confidant about the writing and reading comprehension...and then: Ouch. The maaath. Ayayay. I didn't know how to solve those problems any better than I would have been able to perform brain surgery if they'd asked me to. Looking at math problems that you haven't the slightest idea how to solve is about as fun as the idea of wiping one's ass with tinfoil. Or at least that's what came to mind at the time. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of it and most of the test was reading, writing and grammar. All multiple choice with the exception of the essay. This is the brand new SAT test that I'll be taking and at this point no one has ever taken it before. But since I didn't know what the old one was like, this one seemed fine to me.

I came home and found out that the boiler is busted and it won't be fixed until Monday, so I'm staying warm with the oven and spaceheater. I heated up some leftover chicken enchiladas I made. Nice and hot with a dollop of sour cream on top and a little salad. That put me in a good mood. I'm just glad not to be at work today, because after the last week, I need a serious break. I think we all do. So I'm just going to kick back a little and start doing all the things around the house that I neglected to do over the past few days.

Check ya later.