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So I am giving my GRE on the 30th of April this year. And since I have absolutely no clue how I am going to prep for it, (working full time), I thought it’s better to share the ‘journey to the 30th’ with you all.
It kind of feels like being accountable to someone. Maybe this would make me pace up my preparations which are at the moment going at a snail speed.
Please do leave out any piece of advice, strategy that you may have for me or for anyone who might stumble upon here looking for help.
I have decided to number my posts to the days I have been studying. It’ll be easier for you and me both to review my progress.
Resources I have:
1. Barron’s 1100 Essential Words You Need to Know
2. The Official Guide to the GRE Revised General Test
3. MG Prep Manhattan GMAT Set of 8 Strategy Guides, 4th Edition
4. The Official Guide for GMAT Review 12th Edition
2. NewYork Times
3. Harvard Business Review
4. Wall Street Journal
So the presence of GMAT resources would seem confusing to you. But here me out. My friend took the GRE in November 2012, studied with the same resources PLUS subscribed to Magoosh and was able to score a score that can put him through any Ivy League in an heartbeat.
He had a 162 in Quant and 166 in Verbal and 4.5 in Analytical. Pretty impressive, right?
Well since I can’t afford Magoosh, I am making use of the resources (free) that are available to me.
1. Magoosh GRE E-book
2. Magoosh Math Formula
3. Magoosh Vocab E-book
4. Magoosh Vocab Flashcard E-book
Anyone having trouble finding any of the resources above, please leave a comment below with your email address and I will try to get back to you ASAP.
(Need all the prayers I can get for this!)
Why do people knowingly make mistakes?
I am a music addict, and I know it is bad for me; but I still go after it.
How does one justify their actions? But then this way at least I am only harming myself.
I don’t understand how people do make terrible things and leave others to face the repercussions.
How do you justify that? But then you let them do it to you, so aren’t you equally at fault?
When does it all become meaningless? When you don’t care at all, or when you start caring too much?
There are several reasons I’m writing this today. For one, to congratulate you for being a beacon of hope to millions of girls out there who are denied their basic right to education. And two, to plea to you to be more than just a ray of hope.
I know this means we are putting a lot of strain on your young shoulders. But I guess that’s why God sends people like you to become an embodiment of hope peace justice goodness bravery and all that is great in this World. You have been chosen and here I am praying for you to remain all that and become much more.
Education is Allah’s first command. You would know that, I’m sure but I guess those sick men who tried to murder you don’t. If they were really Allah’s followers they wouldn’t have. That’s my faith. Nobody who loves Him and His Prophet (saw) would try to portray His teachings in such a horrendous manner.
You survived because He wanted you to become this great person who would stand up (and literally take a bullet) for women and their basic rights.
This is where my personal plea comes in. Mere education would not teach anyone how to live by.
My personal plea comes at a time where I too wish to study further but am being denied to do so. Instead I’m being (emotionally) forced to marry someone I really don’t like. I know they say we always have a choice but I guess they never had a khala (maternal aunt) like mine.
While physical abuse and torture gets everyone’s attention because it feels more real and tangible, emotional strain doesn’t get much. Girls, who have to appear in front of strangers and have to parade countless times to please a few strangers just so they can accept them in their household, I believe that emotional trauma is as worse as getting shot by a Taliban at point blank range.
I see girls around me going on crash diets, trying to look pretty, being pulled out of colleges just so they can marry someone. Imagine having to live a life for others and not for your own sake.
And who is to be blamed? Us. We let it all happen when we gave this society the right to dictate us. The right to tell us how to live by. Why should a girl let go of her education just so there’s that fear she may never get married? Is marriage the end? I quote my khala, who felt that if I wasn’t married as soon as possible, I may actually continue my studies and then “get my head in the wrong places”
Is that what education does to you?
It all ends with a simple no. You stand up. You learn to fight for your rights. You learn from those who did stand up and right now. You are my hope.
Emotional strain from trying to please one family after the other in hopes they would accept them… In hopes that they would soon not be a burden to their families… This is what an average girl here feels like. And I believe the pain may not show, but it’s if not more but as torturous as getting shot.
I hope along with promoting education for girls, you would also consider teaching this society how to treat their own daughters.
Here’s praying for you, and sending lots of love to your way.
I have always hated descriptive writing. Like always. I remember the day my English teacher taught us the “WH” questions.
Questions you need to ask while writing descriptive. Bleh. Questions. Although I ask them a lot, but I guess I always ask the wrong ones.
Been meaning to write this blog for a while, and each time delayed it. Finally got time coz light’s about to go in precisely 9 minutes. Yes, if there is one thing Pakistan has been taught in these 5 years is “PUNCTUALITY”. Light goes at an exact hour, not a minute less and not a minute more. So I should hurry up and vent out what I was here to do.
Which brings me back to the WH questions. So I was thinking WHere to start, WHAT to write and that’s WHen I was reminded of the WH questions. So they are basically five set of questions that you need to ask.
I don’t know what it is. It’s on my mind. Everyday. About every hour or so or more often. I have never taken notes as to how often but it’s there.
Since when would be more appropriate–lost track of when too. It’s happened so many times, that keeping track of time was last of my worries.
Everywhere. Not a single place I can maybe alienate where it’s not present.
Still figuring out.
Ah. A lot of reasons. Me. My stupidity. My selfishness. My memory.
I have always wondered why HOW fits into the WH questions, but since it does, I should answer. How?
Seriously. How? That’s where it all boils down to. HOW?!
- It is going to be hard first few days
- You may not like any other company -If you cannot be in the one of your want, there’s no one who can fill that gap
- You are disappointed in yourself and others
- Trusting anyone else would be hard
- NOTHING would seem to make you see as yourself as still being better off; even when someone mentions the dying children in Africa, you would want to punch them for not understanding
- NOBODY would understand what you are going through
What You Can Do
- Want to cry? Cry
- Want to shut yourself from the world? Do
- Want to talk about/write about it/sing about it? Talk, write, sing.
- Happy talks suck, so don’t take part in them. But don’t make living sour for others.
- Days will go by, each day harder, but you are alive, breathing, and unbroken.
- A month will go by, a year, and then 5 and then you may look back and skip the “ugly parts”
It does feel like a part of your body has been sliced off. A horrible accident, something that you wish had never happened. But it did. You will carry scars, every accident gives you one. Embrace them; they make you stronger, and happier: you lived through it.
And no, you will never find anyone as great as the one you just lost. And that’s called life. Coming in terms with it would just make it easier. Torturing yourself won’t.
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard
I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save…
It is going to be one year this Thursday on my job. Yay.
And 3 years in May that I have left Facebook. Yay?
A few days back I had a heart to heart talk with my boss about my future in the company. He, very candidly, asked me to join Facebook, because he couldn’t understand why I didn’t want a piece of limelight that Facebook would provide a person like me.
I beg to differ. I have a desk job: I am not the person of the “field”. I do not need to show off on a forum to my peers. OR DO I?
He told me, I am my own brand and for that I need to network with others so as to show them how useful I can be to others as well. He called Facebook the most powerful tool right now to network, connect and stalk. Yep. That last bit came as a shock to me. But like I said, he was being candid with me.
I told him I have a LinkedIn profile and he shrugged and said that’s absolutely nothing. Even creating a professional network, I need to get back on Facebook.
But I don’t know. Would Facebook really give me what I need? A platform to connect with others? Isn’t LinkedIn much better? Much less hassle? With much less baby and wedding photos?