What's in a Score Anyway?

Yesterday I drove to Fremont to take the GRE. I could have gone elsewhere but I would have had to wait longer and since I need the scores for a couple of schools, I decided the sooner the better. The test was about what I expected, some essay writing, some analytic, some vocabulary, some math (x*!@@#*!) and some reading comprehension. Everything was timed though so that was a little stressful. Anyway, I did OK, not bad, not fabulous, but as I was driving home (in Friday traffic with lots of time to think) I realized that the scores might mean something, but they don't reflect who we really are. For instance, how does one measure enthusiasm, or passion, or dedication to a profession? The GRE can't hear one's voice, or recognize the conditions under which someone might be testing. I told myself all these things so I could stop worrying about which school I'll get into. Hopefully, my writing samples will stand on their own; I'm realizing throughout this process, that so much of what we do depends upon faith. I can't read the future, and based on my past, I don't think I'd ever want to, except maybe a little bit, like WHERE am I going to be living next year? But oh well, I should take the advice I give my children: No sense worrying about it now because I can't act on it anyway. And I don't want to waste the present by worrying about the future, something we Mormons are occasionally criticized for. So...it's December, I have a paper to write, a tree to put up and time to spend with my Mother. Happy December!