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1260. Half empty or Half full?

Ask a GRE enthusiast to take 1260 on the exam without taking it, and
I'm sure he would grab the opportunity with both hands. But, preparing for the exam for almost 2 months and ending up in your higher 12 hundreds is certainly disappointing. But rather than looking at the glass as half empty, I see it as half full. I still have something to cheer upon and go strongly about preparing my documents. I have built upon a strong academic profile and have the conviction to follow my goals and a moderate score cannot stymie my yearning to admit into a top school. My volition for obtaining quality education gives me the motivation to pave a path for myself that could have only been dreamt of a decade back. A good research experience during my professional stay at Infosys would prove an icing on the cake. Only a good application can now cement my place in a reputed University for a CS course. Not being a defeatist and wearing the attitude to not hang up my boots till the last modicum of surviving opportunity exists, I am definitely looking forward to a strong application. Advised from people allover to consult an Educational Consultant seems like an indispensable approach for many. But its not as easy as it might seem. I would any day prefer to follow the process by myself to impart authenticity to the application and render a personal touch to it. It would be difficult to manage amidst the hectic schedules but that still gives me confidence to apply for aspirational universities rather than go for some safe universities suggested via the online forums. Its still a year ahead before I actually get enrolled for my higher studies, but the anxiety is doing so much damage within the skull that its difficult to concentrate on anything else other than the applications. Gosh, just like the GRE passed with lots of jittey moments between registration and the D-day, I am sure 15-December is not too far away to get a sigh of relief and live carefreely. Over-optimism yet again. Just dunno why it ceases to incubate. As if I would'nt be apprehensively waiting for the results from the Universities. The cycle seems incessant and life continues to be entangled within options and yearning opportunities. What else would you term that if not "Survival of the fittest"?

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