Lessons from the Graduate Record Exam

I had a perfect 800 on the Analytical portion of my GRE. I tell you this not to brag but rather to throw into sharp relief what an idiot I really am. Today, after nap, I changed diapers and then took the babies on errands. I didn’t bring the diaper bag because, well, I’d just changed them and we weren’t going to be out for very long.

F had a blowout. A big, messy blowout. An “I need to go clean the stroller” kind of blow out. Now, you’d think a woman smart enough to get a perfect score on the logic portion of the GRE would have known better than to not take a diaper bag. I mean, hello, the twins are a whole year old. I am no longer a total novice at this. Alas, no, I am not so clever. From this experience I offer two lessons:

  1. The GRE (and the SAT for that matter) is a perfectly useless way of gauging anything useful about anyone.
  2. Always bring a diaper bag.

(Luckily I absent-mindedly grabbed a bag of spare diapers while walking out the door, and even more luckily I always have spare wipes in the car. )

Stumble it!

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