D-Day

Today is Wednesday. The GMAT is Friday. I'm scared. I have never studied for anything this hard in my life. I am burnt out and tired and if I see one more word problem, I'm going to puke. I still feel like I'm not ready, at least, not ready for the score I need. I am sitting here at work, my note cards in hand, hoping that I can absorb those last few bits of knowlege before I go in there. There is so much to learn and I am worried that I am only half way there. My brain can't handle much more of this. Fortunately, we are going on vacation next week and the GMAT will be ancient history-- unless I do poorly, then I will have to keep at it after I get back and take the stupid thing again! It is making me sick. Alas, it is just a test! Why should I get so worked up about it when I can just take it again? Well, for a price, that is.