The Son also Juices
Yesterday, I finished reading Hemingway's The Sun also Rises. I identified the most with Jake, but I'm committed to starting the Bill Gorton society within the next year.
Today, I started reading Game of Shadows, the new, definitive account of the events leading up to and surrounding the BALCO scandal. It provides an intimate history of all of the major players in BALCO's rise to become pro sports' leading distributor of performance-enhancing drugs, and of course it details Barry Bonds' involvement in the whole stinking mess. It's not possible to read this book and not feel at least a bit ambivalent about being an American: all of these characters used the same system that made this country great, all while engaging in some of the most egregious breaches of ethics in its history just because they wanted to be rich and famous. Why, oh why, though, did they have to mess with baseball?
Ah, I don't want to get into it. I've already written a long post about that crap.
I took my first practice LSAT on Saturday. In my whole life, I've never scored anywhere outside of the top 5% of scores on every standardized test I've taken. Of course, I walked into the Kaplan test prep center expecting I'd score somewhere around 165 or so, setting me up to raise my score into the 175+ range with the aid of a disciplined test prep course. I scored a 156. 60th percentile. The goddamned thing absolutely kicked the living shit out of me.
Background: I graduated from Cornell with a 2.7 GPA. I need that 175+ on the LSAT if I'm going to have a chance of getting into even a second-tier school.
So I'm pissed off right now, pissed of at myself for being so presumptious, yes, but really, I'm pissed off at the test. Fuck this test - I'm going to kick the ever living shit out of it. I'm mad at this test. It has insulted me.
As a matter of fact, what the fuck am I doing writing this post? I'm going to go study.
Today, I started reading Game of Shadows, the new, definitive account of the events leading up to and surrounding the BALCO scandal. It provides an intimate history of all of the major players in BALCO's rise to become pro sports' leading distributor of performance-enhancing drugs, and of course it details Barry Bonds' involvement in the whole stinking mess. It's not possible to read this book and not feel at least a bit ambivalent about being an American: all of these characters used the same system that made this country great, all while engaging in some of the most egregious breaches of ethics in its history just because they wanted to be rich and famous. Why, oh why, though, did they have to mess with baseball?
Ah, I don't want to get into it. I've already written a long post about that crap.
I took my first practice LSAT on Saturday. In my whole life, I've never scored anywhere outside of the top 5% of scores on every standardized test I've taken. Of course, I walked into the Kaplan test prep center expecting I'd score somewhere around 165 or so, setting me up to raise my score into the 175+ range with the aid of a disciplined test prep course. I scored a 156. 60th percentile. The goddamned thing absolutely kicked the living shit out of me.
Background: I graduated from Cornell with a 2.7 GPA. I need that 175+ on the LSAT if I'm going to have a chance of getting into even a second-tier school.
So I'm pissed off right now, pissed of at myself for being so presumptious, yes, but really, I'm pissed off at the test. Fuck this test - I'm going to kick the ever living shit out of it. I'm mad at this test. It has insulted me.
As a matter of fact, what the fuck am I doing writing this post? I'm going to go study.
posted by Dr. Chuck | 1:33 PM
1 Comments:
Logic puzzles, man. Logic puzzles. I recommend an hour of sudoko before every study session to the esteemed doctor.
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