Saturday, August 06, 2005
|Movement.|1. Last weekend I took an LSAT practice test. I actually took three in two days, but I only took the second two because the first was so dismal. The first section was the one with which I have the most difficulty: Analytical Reasoning (logic games). I did the first one - no problem. But 2-4 stymied me... for literally 27 minutes I just stared at my test, flipping the pages and unable to make a move. I scored lower than I have scored on any tests so far (though, with having gotten just 6 out of 24 questions right in that section, my score only dropped one point below my lowest, which means that I must have improved in the other areas). The next two tests went much better.Yesterday, bored at work, I sat down and went back to those three logic games that had so frozen me. And I was ashamed. I read them -- I ripped through them. They were easy. The setups were difficult. Not one was mere sequencing, and all of them had at least 3 variables to take into consideration. And that's why I gave up before I had even started, last weekend. They looked difficult. But, they weren't. At all. This is good. Very good. Movement.2. Today I checked-in a woman at work -- she was only staying for the night. Glancing at her card as I gave her her room assignment, I saw that she lives in Paris, in the 17th. I, of course, mentioned that I will be there in less than a month. Her response: "Oh, that's terrific. What will you be doing?" That question was in French. "Uhm, should I respond in French?" Si tu veux. "If you want." I didn't want to, but I did. And, miraculously, and with an only slightly embarassing amount of foibles (she is not French and we both were at a loss as to how to say "handle" or "knob"; and I flipped back and forth between formal and informal because I wasn't sure which to use), I managed to explain how long I will be there, what I will be doing, and how to get from our building to the building she'll be sleeping in, operate her key and check-out when she's ready to go home. Movement.3. Last week, the same day as the horrible test, I somehow contracted gastro*itis. For four days my ass cried non-stop. For four days I had no appetite and ate nearly nothing. Then I took a little, baby blue pill. And the crying stopped. Stopped but good (no pun intended). To the point where nothing was moving. That was Tuesday. Today, Friday, something budged. And satisfaction was mine. Along with some weight loss (Diarrhea: the NEW eating disorder). Ahh... Movement.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 02:58.
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Thanksgiving in August.Maybe it's the fact that I have not really eaten since Friday, or the fact that I may be feeling some sort of pre-home sickness, but I've been craving a big meal lately... like, a BIG meal.I mean chicken and turkey and sausage and potatoes and salads and corns and pies and cakes and cookies and... just, a BIG meal.So, here's what I propose (if somehow you didn't get it from the title): Thanksgiving in August.Or, for the non-patriotic amongst you: Big Meal in August.Who's up for it? Until about August 13th, I can host it. C'mon... stuffing... mmmm.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 23:01.
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