I went through the admission test to my dreamed Business School yesterday. Together with hundreds other, which one of them is a very-positive-soul Offshorer who had become my friend for the past few months, we started a full day brain damaging tests. To show me his support on the beginning of a major step in my life, hubby bought me a set of pencil case, eraser, sharpened and also pen. Thank you, hubby, I love you.

It started at 08:15 am with psychometric test. I was “lucky” as the test was a bit similar with the test I went through when I joined the company a year a go. So I still remember some of the answer i.e. distance between Jakarta - Surabaya and some Indonesian wording which I didn’t know what then but I do know now (I still can’t imagine what mengetam is actually but nevermind). I think I managed okay.

But then came mental arithmetic and geometry, and I fell apart. I was sucks. My brain is so rusty I no longer could do manual divide. I didn’t know how to calculate 306/74 without an excel spreadsheet. I don’t know how many inch a feet is. I don’t remember formula for volumes. Let alone algebra and others discipline of math. Oh man. I barely could manage a smile, whereas my friend still manage to laugh. I hope I can be THAT positive and lighthearted.

After lunch, there came English. Which I mastered. So it lighten my heart a bit. Then came drawing test. Which is fine. No right and wrong answer. Personality test. Also no right and wrong answer. And then the never ending Paulie Test. Oh man. My brain’s endurance was really put to a test. And also my arms, and my shoulder. So when the Admission Officer blew the whistle, I felt like collapsing onto the floor. I was so relieved. It was 04:00 pm.

Anyway, here come the hardest part. Which is waiting for result. Pray for me, will you?