I almost wanted to take a break from writing today. But too bad for those of you who are tired to see email notifications from me daily, it’s November, and with me being a brand new blogger, I have to, HAVE TO, do this challenge. So sorry for monopolizing your mailbox with my new post updates and here are some musings from just another day in my life :D.
I took my graduate record examination today, remember my grand plan of getting a doctorate?! For someone who signed up for the exam just last week, I think I did well (read: I could’ve done better, that’s just an excuse I’m giving myself ;)). Anyway, I think I’ve managed to make the cut off for Yale, although barely, but a good statement of purpose, and outstanding recommendations might help me reserve a spot for myself in the prestigious Ivy League institute, we’ll see. It certainly is overambitious of me but I want to aim high and see where I land, not settle for what’s easily attainable.
I am especially missing my dad today. My dad and I have something of a tradition going back many years now- he is the first person I speak to as soon as I get done with an exam. It started when I was in high school. In Indian education system, all students have to go through nationwide subject-based standardized testing, once to qualify to start high school and pick a career stream (yes, as early as that- there is no such thing as undecided in India), and once more to graduate. These exams are very exhaustive and arduous, and most times they are the crux of a student’s academic pursuits. They can be likened to SAT’s, but I’ve taken both and I can tell you that the board exams, as they are called, are a beast!
Now that you can imagine the palpable stress this 2-week long marathon event called the boards imposed on young minds, my dearest daddy with a heart of jell-o would make sure he drove me to my test center himself so that I didn’t have to deal with any other stressors :). Consequently, he would also come to pick me up. As a habit, I never take the entire allocated time for a test, because very rarely do I review my responses before turning in the paper. So I like to leave early and avoid any discussions with other test-takers- good or bad, this is how I’ve always been and for most part it has worked for me. So the first person I saw after my exams was my dad. Even when I was off at college, my dad would start expecting my call about 30 minutes before the designated finish time for any given test.
It has been a very long time since I took an exam, over five years now. As usual, I had signed out 25 minutes early. As I started walking towards my car, my first instinct was to call my dad, I took out my phone and dialed his number. He didn’t answer, he was probably already asleep by then. I haven’t had a chance to speak with him yet. At 30 years old, I think I’m still my daddy’s little girl 🙂
I couldn’t find a better picture of the two of us. I have spent, give or take, 3 months with him in the last 9 years. This one was taken during my sister’s wedding last year. The last time I saw him, I didn’t have the phone that I do now so the pictures are saved away somewhere on a hard drive!