So after three months of classes, studying, preparation guides, practice tests, and mental exhaustion, Mr. P took the GMATs this morning.
I’m sure that my husband will just freaking love me for announcing his GMAT score on my blog, but honestly, I’m so proud of him that I can’t stop myself from saying that HE SCORED 650 out of 800, which is in the 80th percentile and more than he needs to get accepted to the MBA program at the large university where he works!
Some of you with truly elite minds may be sniffing, 80th percentile? Hm. Adequate. And if you are so unimpressed, I suggest that you move to a foreign country, spend 8 years learning the language primarily by working in Information Technology, marry a native speaker who is so linguistically off her nut that you can’t understand two-thirds of what she says anyway, and then take an intensive computer adaptive standardized test measuring aptitude to succeed in graduate studies that is aimed at recent college graduates who are still in gung-ho academic mode.
And see if you score in the 80th percentile, genius.
