Over Thanksgiving, I had the joy of taking the GREs. It seemed like such a good idea when I signed up over summer... I was mistaken.

First, let's talk about the content of the GREs. I'm an English major, so you would think I'd be pretty good at verbal reasoning, right? WRONG. Every time I took a practice test, I got worse! The GRE's version of English is just ridiculous. I started to doubt my English abilities altogether.

And then we move onto math. I knew that wouldn't be any better than English, and guess what? I was right. Who even remembers all of this weird math stuff we learned in high school? The last time I took a math class was more than three years ago, and let me tell you, apparently not much stuck with me. At least here I gradually got better with practice... sometimes.

But do you want to know what the worst part of the GRE is? Testing day. You'd think I was going in to see royalty or something. I had to lock up my personal belongings, pull out the pockets of my jeans to prove I'd done so, lift up the legs of my pants to show I really wasn't bringing anything into the test, and then allow the test administrator to wave a wand over me, just as an extra precaution. We couldn't even bring our own writing utensils in: They provided them for us. Are we sure this is JUST a test? Just a standardized test, right? No royalty or anything like that?

Then, you have to sit and stare at a screen for four and a half hours. And the questions, as previously mentioned, were horrible. By the time I got out of there, I thought my brain might be melting. I had a killer headache. And really, by hour two, you're pretty much fed up with the whole thing, so it just goes downhill from there.

So, if you're not planning to go to grad school, don't take this test. If you don't need it, I repeat, DO NOT TAKE IT. If you have to, good luck, and be ready to throw away the rest of your day, because you deserve a night of Netflix and junk food. Seriously. You deserve it.