I sometimes really thrive on living life at the last minute. I am taking the GRE a week from today, and I have't taken a test that was both difficult and important in about 10 years. (I took the Praxis II, which was important since a non-passing score meant no teaching license, but it was not difficult in the least, except not being able to leave or read a book when I was done.)
I decided, for sure, about a week ago that I really did want a Master's, so I found a school I could afford, filled out the online application, requested information on financial aid, ordered transcripts from UNLV, and registered for the GRE. All in one night.
The next opportunity for taking the test on a non-school day would have been late February, way later than I wanted to do. I want my score as soon as possible so I can do a retake if I need to, or just walk around feeling good about my score for that much longer. Which means Monday.
I tell myself it's not a dumb decision to prepare in only 7 days. After all, even if I signed up 6 months in advance, I doubt I'd start working on test prep until about a week before. Example: I was engaged for a year and a half. I started trying on dresses 4 days before the wedding.
But I'm still nervous, and excited, and know this kind of pressure pushes me to do my best. It's been a long, long time since I've felt like this.