Prompt engineering

Prompt engineering - part 4

Due to a lack of motivation to write, this entry will be brief today.

I experimented with prompt engineering and made progress in generating more meaningful inputs. However, the depth of this field is currently unfathomable, and I'm not sure if I'm merely scratching its surface or just watching its surface from a distance. Nevertheless, I find it quite unusual that the more I delve into refining and improving my prompts, the more my English skills seem to improve. ChatGPT provides valuable feedback and teaches me the subtleties of crafting accurate and meaningful prompts. Through these written discussions, I not only learn a lot, but also witness my English gradually improving, and I can't help but notice how my linguistic mojo is returning to its full potential.

I reviewed my beginner student's homework, and it was surprisingly well-done, boosting my motivation to complete her next class's syllabus. I still need to add exercises to the lesson, it is otherwise ready to be taught.

The weather was unbelievably shite today. Dark clouds in the morning later poured down sleet. I wasn't thrilled when I had to open the front door for Ági to let her drive to Budapest. Fortunately, she returned safely before the heavy sleeting began, turning the country into an enormous ice rink. The evening walk with Abby was quite memorable while we were sliding about on the pavement. According to the latest forecast, tomorrow will bring spring-like weather. The southern part of Hungary will experience temperatures as high as +16-18°C, a remarkable change after the -10°C we had. Those sensitive to the weather front will undoubtedly feel the temperature fluctuations.

Now, this hasn't turned out to be concise, has it? And what if I'd intended to write more?

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