Now, if that’s not
enough to deflate ridiculous enthusiastic notions you yoginis (I) have (had) of
finding inner peace, consider an old man
in black spandex shorts with a thong (and not the shoe kind) peeking out at you
in the midst of, oh yes, Camel Pose.
Camel Pose makes me woozy, which I’d attributed to
the blood rushing to my head mid-backbend…..but perhaps there is a more….visual
explanation.
NAMASTE.
In other less exciting news, I thought I might go ahead and take the GRE
since I’ve always told myself I would at SomePoint. And I do believe I have arrived at
SomePoint.
My favorite vocab words, so far, include:
Quaff
Ebullient
Ephemeral
Axiomatic
Prodigious
Burgeon
Paean
Emollient
From the practice tests, it seems the verbal will not be my main
problem…. the MATH (or, the MATHS as some say) will obviously Kill Me; a fact
that anyone knowing me more than five minutes or with whom I have split a bill
more than 2 ways, can readily confirm.
You see, I have smartly surrounded myself with friends who
thrive on the MATHS, which is how I have survived thus far. Unfortunately, the
only formula sticking I learned from a certain engineerinlondon. That’d be 4/3 x
pi x r cubed (the volume of a sphere just in case you were wondering)….. and a
little more than irksome if you ask me.
Wanted: Patient Maths Tutor