Tomorrow is Eleanor’s last day of school, and I am sad. Most moms I know tear up at the beginning of the school year, sending a child off to kindergarten or middle school or beyond. I am more than happy to send my children back to school at the end of summer, particularly at the end of a Texas summer when we have exhausted every swimming pool, museum, and movie. Endings get to me though. This is when I feel the passage of time most acutely.
Back in February, I bought an immense GRE practice book (literally the “5 lb. Book of GRE Practice Problems”), and I’ve spent the past two months working my way through it. Yesterday, I took the GRE, and earned a score higher than the score I got back in college. Granted, I barely studied then because I was taking tests nearly every week.
Where were we? Oh, yes, I’m still jobless and now spending every spare moment studying for the GRE. If Amy can paint eight walls in 47 minutes, and Tina can paint 13 walls in 34 minutes, how long does it take the pair to paint 16 walls? Stumped?