It's finally all over.
I did the GMAT on Wednesday, at 1:30. And I fucking wasted it. Exceeded all expectations, and I can finally relax, because I've been working my ass off for the past 4 months. It was stressful, it was brutal, but I did it. Nervous as shit, barely sleeping the night before, still doing practice exams to the moment I left for the exam centre in Pickering, shaking a bit as I sat down in front of the computer . . . and then I was oddly calm through the whole thing. You stress yourself the fuck out when you're at home practicing, so it becomes a stroll in the motherfucking park when you do the actual exam - at least that's what apparently worked for me. Stayed level-headed through the quantatitive section, even though I was blindly guessing at least a handful of questions. Essays were a good confidence booster to start, and then verbal, as difficult (to me) as the math. Focused hard, got a bit bored towards the end (as I always do for these long exams), but it turns out, I scored in the 97th percentile. I still don't know what really happened, how I really did it. But I do know that I worked so fucking hard to get here, and I have the pencil calluses on my right index finger (no joke, I swear) to prove it. And now . . . I get to chill and have fun because I'm over the fucking moon.
Have to get rid of some books now. And that huge stack of paper. Good charcoal chimney lighting material. I finished the exam early, in about 3 1/2 hours. Got home around 5:30, still shaking. I swear I haven't been this happy in months. We went out for dinner that night, for a well-deserved celebration. Fabricca, to have some beers and fritti. I couldn't wait for the weekend to have my first drop of wine in 25 days. My goodness, I was forgetting the taste of wine. Completely all sprawled out satisfaction with a beautifully aromatic, bone dry rosé from the Costières De Nîmes, from one of my favourite producers in the region.
It tasted like sweet, sweet victory.