After a dozen beers and several jagerbombs, I'm still not sure where I stand with myself.
I wound up with a 660 (Q44, V37).
What makes me insane is that I didn't find this board earlier. Everything in this forum is dead on. However, my quant score will remain a mystery until I die...as will the verbal. This test is WIERD.
I'm way too drunk to properly describe my experience now, but I will say that I have some theories. One: the GMAT is completely random. The unfamiliarity thing, the abundance of number properties and especially chart stuff (x,y), and the confidence thing totally through me off. After my quant, I went to the bathroom to pee and wasn't sure whether I wanted to puke and/or cry, quit, or complete the test. The quant stuff is totally from left field. No joke, I looked at the time at about question 20 and saw that I had only 30 minutes left. I started guessing then, actually HOPING that they would start giving me easier questions that I could have time to answer later.
Also, the quant stayed hard. It never once got easy. Even the easy questions, like medians and stuff were involved. Like they gave me 9 numbers towards the end, and asked for the difference between the median and the mean. That's super easy and all, but you still need to do the math on that many numbers, which takes as much time as the real math on what I always thought were the hard problems.
Basically, it never lets up. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. I have no clue how they derived my score. Honestly, while taking it, I probably thought that I actually got 10 question right. No joke. It was like taking a Kaplan test. How I got a 44 is completely beyond me. My only possible guess is that all those times I knew that the negative integer vs. the squared cubed integer were OK. Also, four questions of I, II, III, I and II, II and III...etc. Nice, right?
So that was a miracle, a true miracle. I went to the bathroom thinking 20-25 TOPS!!!! I only stayed for the verbal!!!
And that's what I supposedly messed up on! It's just like all the other posts...no big deal. Just like the OG. Problem is, I almost always scored in the 40s on the verbals. I don't get it. I thought it was easy. It started with two DS, then a CR, then an easy RC. Then maybe three more SC, two or three RC, and another long RC. Then a mix of easyish SC and CRs and a short but tough RC. It was all about black migration from the south to the north, and I know that stuff anyway, and it was short, but I'm sure it messed me up. It was short, but the questions were Kaplanesque in their obscurity. I finished with 20 seconds to spare on both sections.
So anyway, I don't know what to think. Going into the GMAT, my goal was a 650, but once I got into it, at least in the later stages, I knew that a 700 was possible. I beat my initial goal, but thoughts of 720+ were in my head, and it's tough to forget them. However, 44Q is at the top range of my ability. I know this, and somehow GMAC does too, since they randomly assigned me my best possible Q score. Why didn't I get a 40something on the V? I have no idea. I nailed the SC (like usual), I did struggle a little on the CR but not too much, maybe three wrong, and the RCs may have cost me about 4. So did I bomb the SC? I WISH I COULD SEE WHAT I DID WRONG!!!!
Anyway, I don't know if I'll take it again. I hated my life the last three months. I took myself from a retarded monkey constantly suffering from grand mal seizures (rhyme's quote), to a somewhat competent GMAT taker. What I keep thinking about is that no matter what amount of studying I throw into it a second time, I don't know if I can improve. The 44 Q was a pure gift. As pure as a virgin snowfall...or Britney Spears 15 years ago (maybe). The V bothers me now, and will for awhile, but I keep thinking...if I had gotten a 37Q and a 44V, would I have been surprised or mad? The answer to both is no. I would have been OK with the Q and happy with the V. So who's to say that if I retake the exam, one month of ruined life and $250 later, the result will be any different?
This is like being mad that your parents got you the bike that you asked for for Christmas, only since you asked your taste changed. I know that 660 isn't the end of the world. It's a pretty good score. The lady proctor even told me that I beat everyone else in the room (I finished last). Maybe she was lying, who knows.
Want to hear something funny? There was a major nerd in the room with me. Huge dork. White kid, fat, wearing a 1980s Bill Cosby sweater (middle of August in NY...I know it's nice out today, but come on), glasses, the works. If you did a google image search for "dork" he's the guy. Well, I hated him. I thought that he was Mr. 750 just on looks, and I was jealous. Anyway, after the test, he was in my elevator...I asked him what he thought. He thought it was hard. I told him that my quant went great for me, but my verbal really let me down....how did he do?
He asked me my final score, and I told him. He was like, "Wow. That's much better than me." "How did you do?," I asked. "380." I had NO IDEA who was at the bottom of the left curve ever since I started, and I met him the night of my test. I mean, my sister took the exam without studying at all and got a 520. 380? I didn't know that even existed in real life, much less midtown Manhattan!!!
OK, time for bed. Thanks for all the well-wishing, and sorry I let everyone down including myself (I think). Right now I'm thinking that you can save the trophy, rhyme, but maybe someday I'll try for it again.
Maybe make a lamer "Welcome to the 650+ Club" one? It could be silver instead of gold, and anything below that could be bronze?