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Rambling...

UUUGGGHHH.. I hope this doesn't happen every week where I don't want to blog/write.  Get over it, CJ!  You have to write to improve, just like you had to do math problems to improve.  Make the connection already!

Ok, it's bad when I talk to myself and call me by my own name. O.O (It indicates desperation!) It's also bad when I don't work efficiently (yesterday) or when I procrastinate (today).

I'm plugging along in GMAT studies.  I don't feel like I'm making a lot of improvement "visibly."  I learning different little tricks here and there but nothing in big enough leaps.  I have decided to put off study for the Quantitative section and focus on the Verbal.  Today, I was looking through the glossary thinking, "Hey, that word looks familiar, but why don't I know the meaning?!"  A very frustrating thought, mind you.  Critical Reasoning still isn't making much sense to me.  They KNOW that there may be more than one answer and yet they expect you to find the right one, mainly by eliminating "less correct" answers.  This is why I like math: there's only 1 right answer. -__-

Onto something more pleasant. I found out this past week that 2 of my friends are courting and it's so exciting! :D

I'll leave you hanging there because I don't know how much of the details I can share.  It will suffice to say that I am happy for them. :)

Digression: I am so peeved with myself, that I'm sensitive to grammar error but never know how to rectify my errors or that I'm overly sensitive and think that there's a problem when there isn't. Exceptions, exceptions, exceptions... again, another reason I like math: no exceptions.
Proverbs 22:6 (NASB)
Train up a child in the way he should go,
Even when he is old, he will not depart from it.
I have trained to do well in the math world, but my language skills are sadly lacking.  The verse also implies, if you don't train a child in the way he should go, he's going to have a hard time going the right way.  *sighs* Ooooo, the things I wish I had done before I became an obnoxious teen.

There, I've rambled enough to make it a post.  It's not a good idea for me to blog after 11pm.  It makes for interesting content though. :P

Have a great weekend!
~CJ

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