Allow me to preface by admitting that I know I have not posted in quite a while. However, I continue to use eRIc as my proverbial yardstick and therefore feel no anxiety at all concerning my lack of posting, rambling, ranting, raving, or incoherent mumbling of late. I have been, as they say, busy.
The LSAT has been described by some as "BS mascarading as benchmark for law school acceptance." This may or may not be true, and considering I have little understanding of what attributes actually make up a good law student, I must give the test writers the benefit of the doubt and conclude that they have merely concocted a series of unfortunate questions. I took the GMAT down with considerable ease. Not that I blew the top out of the thing by any means, but considering how poorly I did on the math section, more than the approximate four to eight hours of studying I actually did would certainly have elevated me beyond the 80th percentile range in which my wits and the grace of God alone landed me. The LSAT, to borrow a phrase from Frontier Airlines, is an entirely different animal. While the GMAT was composed of a number of passages designed to test your command of the english language, and mathematics, the LSAT is designed with the goal of making you feel like trying to swallow a bullet that is traveling at high speed. Slowly, but surely I am learning how to disengage myself from the material of the absolutely absurd arguments and focus instead, on the actual structure. These writers must be sadists; there are few other explanations that do not involve some kind of cult. Wish me luck, I get to take a stab at this thing October first.
At this point, someone is probably asking himself why in the world he bothers to read this detritus anyway. This individual once again realizes that he has no life and returns to reading in satisfaction. At this point, one might notice the time that this post was how they say, posted. I might as well explain myself... there's little else to explain short of my recent addiction to "Gilmore Girls" which I can, and do blame entirely upon Seashell. I digress, I have been sick for the past week or so, and have been taking as copious amounts of "night-time medication" as allowed per directions on the box. I have also stopped drinking cokes recently, and the combination of my getting well and therefore not taking any cold medication with that of my having consumed a route 44 Dr. Pepper this evening has given me enough energy to pick up two cinder blocks and carry them halfway to Omaha. I am, as they say, unable to sleep.
Back to the grind,
Jeff C.
