This GP CT has compelled me to rant about on this blog.
It is definitely set by some sadistic teachers who have the very intention of slicing, dicing, cutting, smashing, roasting, toasting us and destroy us that even our cells will cease to exist. I think that the teachers must have spents years squeezing their brain juice just to see us getting tortured by this completely killer GP CT.
At the first glance, the 12 essay qns seemed undo-able. Upon further examination, I was completely off the mark. The qns are not meant for mere mortals to do. Maybe only those immortals like Juanhe can find a way to write a decent logical essay out of those illlogical and absurd philo-sounding qns. Mere mortals like us can only moan and groan at the sight of that hideous piece of paper which sealed our fate.
However, the most odious thing is still not the essay, but the compre. 99.99% of us fainted at the sight of the first qn. The % of those who survived the whole compre must have followed a Poisson distribution.
I can already hear the evil grins and sinister laughters emitted from those GP teachers, who feel more like a grim reaper to me. They carry their scythe in the shape of CT papers and reap us of our soul.
Save us from those reapers!!!
