Pushing ahead, I did go to visit the Leadership and Governance class at Simmons last night. And I'm very glad I did. There were so many things that stuck out, and here's my laundry list:
- The professor in going over the instructions for an assignment stressed a focus on writing style and quality
- Every woman in the room participated in the class discussion; no one skulked in the back
- Everyone had done her homework and came to class prepared
- Everyone looked "professional" in their appearance and bearing
- The discussion was informed by some women speaking about experiences in their own careers
- The women had amazing vocabularies
- Everyone paid attention when someone was speaking and used each other's points to build on in analyzing the case.
So while I take all of this into account, there is still the lurking specter of the GMAT. I haven't taken a standardized test in, oh, eight years, and I will admit I'm not the best at math without Excel. Happily, I'm not alone. I ran into this piece from Wired about a 38-year-old writer attempting to retake the SAT.
I'm sitting in a second-floor classroom at Denver East High School, hunched over a desk, exerting a death grip on a No. 2 pencil. My brain is overheating. I have two difficult problems.
This is the first: z = x - y + 4. z = y - w - 3. z = w - x + 5. Based on the system of equations above, what is the value of z? A) 2; B) 3; C) 4; D) 6; E) 12.And here's the second: What object can I use to persuade the pimply 17-year-old sitting next to me to stop with the frickin' whistling?
I am a 38-year-old writer who uses Google to calculate percentages. Suddenly I was looking at algebra. Geometry. Functions. I stared at the booklet, trying mightily to recall Mr. Willis' fifth-period class. The SAT deducts a quarter point for wrong answers, so I left 10 of the 20 questions blank. Pimple Face finished early. That's when he started whistling...
We'll see how I do. When I figure out the schedule for the test. And after I study. Hard.