[1] You know something is really screwed up, in the head and everywhere else, when finding that one of your online (social networking) "self"s has passed the muster of a reasonably articulate (erudite vocabs, check; good grammar, check) "other" (of the XX type) makes this other "self" (this must be the same "self" that was nominated for the "Bhatakte Atma" award back in college) break out into joy.

[2] The Wharton (I am always tempted to say Warthog) Business School is over rated. If elementary numerical problems that take silly fiddling with spreadsheets to finish are the hardest (as claimed) that can be lobbed at the brain, some thing is wrong. But wait, you must recognize that the brain of that "self" has been trained in mathematical arcana such as the use of logarithmic tables in order to solve problems dealing with "Mole Relations in Balanced Equations". And then isn't most business schooling primarily in the art of how to suck up (or maska-fy)? O, how that other school "self", who tried to maska-fy the teachers into making him their pet (with failing results - no one, even then, loved geeks), needs to be urgently resurrected!

[3] Why is this "self" wasting time here instead of swallowing a few more pages of Carson McCullers's "The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter"? Let me tell ya, pure jealousy. How can a young woman at twenty three write so brilliantly about the human condition! Heart burn. Heart burn.