I had a 1590 on my SAT, I got a 44 on my MCATs, and I have a 4.0 GPA from MIT. I thought I had my life mapped out. But then I remembered what my nonlinear equations professor once told me, always account for variable change. I let down my good friends, but as it turns out, they weren't too bad at simple math either. I scored the pretteist girl in school. I got beaten down by an old-school Vegas thug who was having troble accepting his retirement. But I worked out a deal with him that got him a nice pension. And I lied to my mother but I confessed the lie, and, well, she still loved me. On my senior year of college, I joined this team and I learnt this new skill. I went to Vegas 17 times to use it. I made hundreds of thousands of dollars counting cards. And then I had it stolen from me, twice. How's that for life experience, professor? Did I dazzle you? Did I jump off the page? you