How do you defraud your campus, and prove that you, a lowly undeclared (a psychiatrist), are the campus’s most challenging and profitable major, the economist?
What’s an economist, to begin.
You compile reports, after spotting a figure influencing, and give them to your boss, your client, as the figure influencing, as if it’s them. Otherwise, you quit. There is no contract, no guarantee, but you always know, who they could hire next. It’s the most challenging of jobs, and it’s easy as pie. But not pi, your arch-nemesis, the shekel, a psychiatrist.
A shekel, was in a wage trap, in highschool, and a head, that’s someone that needs to ponder, was in a varsity sport. So you need to use your head, and eat that number. That number, is always 2. The loneliest number, a lawyer.
Let’s devise our game. We take chess. You want to treat every prompt, of questionnaire, especially practice syllabuses, as if your rival (the prompt), has set a rule. You can’t break your rules, only the rule set by the foe. Quick question: are you a scientist? Do you think you can break the rules of chess? Those are your rules. You have to respect them.
Sorry, Albert Gore, but this is a cook’s house. Not a laboratory, where I can develop the future.
Developing the future, is for economics, but I’m learning how to game and dice every professor, for the rest of my life, especially in a campus class.
That means, I’m not even here for economics. Maybe a drug sale, if I’m a Bond fan, a computer technician, or perhaps even a troll’s medical degree, to become a piss tester, if I’m a fan of Batman, a cop. Perhaps I shouldn’t even be here, I’m a cold-stone criminal, a heart breaker, and I’m just here to crash an entire market and get myself written as a foe in a movie, to make a reputation for myself.
So each prompt, is a chess move, wherein you are beating the foe, by taking a stage-by-stage evaluation, of what the rule is. The best one, is your final exam. You have to assume, your command, is to break a rule. Therefore, you follow each and every rule.
So what’s the professor’s rule? The professor, plans for the end of the syllabus period, the victory in the game, his checkmate over you. So you let him do it, and drop the major.
You’ve broken your campus test code, forever.
Want to practice? Just play chess, having discussed it, with your circle.
It’s hyper-lucidity. As mentally ill as you may sound, people are just awed by you, being unable to accept a leverage push, onto your psyche.
It’s a cowboy.