Give, Give, Give
Can't type. Cannot type. Left hand's cold, right hand's stiffening.
Granted, it's only 40 degrees outside, not like it's that cold, but when you're just standing in a parking lot, listening to the coach talk, letting the wind strip every last ounce of body heat you had, you tend to get somewhat chilled.
Anyway, today was the AIME. I can only say that I'm a bit mad with myself that I only got 6 and didn't get the 7 I needed to qualify for the USAMO. That's all preliminary, of course. We'll see what happens.
Instead of a ramble on this topic, questions: why do people care about reporting the insignificant happenings of their lives to the whole world? Why do some exert so much effort to record their lives to such detail? Why do others insert the most trivial goings-on? Would have answers, but like I said, can't type. Cannot type.
Granted, it's only 40 degrees outside, not like it's that cold, but when you're just standing in a parking lot, listening to the coach talk, letting the wind strip every last ounce of body heat you had, you tend to get somewhat chilled.
Anyway, today was the AIME. I can only say that I'm a bit mad with myself that I only got 6 and didn't get the 7 I needed to qualify for the USAMO. That's all preliminary, of course. We'll see what happens.
Instead of a ramble on this topic, questions: why do people care about reporting the insignificant happenings of their lives to the whole world? Why do some exert so much effort to record their lives to such detail? Why do others insert the most trivial goings-on? Would have answers, but like I said, can't type. Cannot type.