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Whoot!


I hope I would be able to say this even if the situation were different, but who cares! I love my situation right now and I praise God for it!  I took a practice test and got a 680.  I know, I know - it’s only a practice test, but still!  God helped me increase my score from 450 to 680 in 12 days (including weekends and holidays)!  I’d say that’s pretty neat and practically a miracle.  I’m also hyped that I only got 2 answers incorrect on the quantitative section, which means I finally understand that Data Sufficiency stuff! :D Isn’t God faithful?! On the verbal section, I didn’t improve so much, but my overall score is enough to make me happy.  He is so good, He is so good, so good to me. :)

Alright - a very profound thought from my sister whilst we were washing dishes and cleaning up:
*Filthy poor* - they are filthy poor, because if they weren’t poor and could get out of their poverty, they’d be rich.
*Filthy rich* - they are filthy rich, because if they weren’t rich and could get out of their “richness”, they’d be poor.

Later...
Lis: You’d better write that down because my profound words are few and far between... _(or something like that)._

Yeeeeeeeah right...

But - think about it.  Are you where you’re at because you (for lack of a better word) deserve to be there?  What about the hungry and dying in Africa?  What about the American millionaire heir(esses)?
Just a thought... :)

I KNOW I had something else I was going to post about, but I’ve completely forgotten it. So this’ll have to do.

Sleep well!
~CJ

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