John and Adam

   (Note: I wanted Lisa in the picture, but she refused to take off her shirt.)

The Ballad of John and Adam

I know what you're thinking: “Wow, I didn’t expect that from two over-educated writers.”

We get that a lot.  Adam and I are actually motorcycle outlaws.  Sure, we have a cultured, intellectual side that enjoys the occasional sociology department colloquium or an invigorating exploration of Emily Dickenson's works as she probes her pet themes of loss, virginity, and lost virginity.  But we also like to cut loose sometimes and just be ourselves.

When I'm not translating Latin classics or doing research as a Talmudic scholar, I can be found having my tattoos touched up by my good friend "Sonny" or drinking warm beer at a strip club near the airport.  In addition, I am — obviously — a triathlete. 

Adam is a family man.  When he isn't entertaining his infant son with his "Elmo voice" or driving the family minivan to the grocery store to buy nursing pads for his wife, he enjoys marauding through the California desert on his 1947 Harley Knucklehead. 

In other words, we're normal guys.

We think of ourselves, however, as true OG's — “Original GMAT” teachers.  When people see us they can’t believe that we score 800 on the exam; but you can’t always judge a book by its cover.  I particularly enjoy the data sufficiency section while Adam leans toward critical reasoning.  (A painfully accurate reflection of how his Ivy League education always seems to trump my public school upbringing.)  Between us we’ve taught pretty much all of the grad-level admissions tests: the GMAT, LSAT, GRE and MCAT. 

For 15 years we’ve put people into the world’s most prestigious MBA programs and we’re lucky to have a large network of terrific friends who have graduated from all the top business schools, a few of whom are now admissions officers at those programs.  (Talk about irony.)   Many have gone on to become corporate titans, and as I told every one of them when they were naive, frightened bunnies whose futures were in our hands, you better give me a job if I ever need one because I know your REAL GMAT score!