| Warrant officer to privates: "Write down: the temperature of boiling water is 90°." One of the privates replies, "Comrade praporshchik, you're mistaken - it's 100°!" The officer checks in the book, and then replies, "Right, 100°. It is the right angle that boils at 90°."
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| Grounding myself from the things I love is slowly driving me insane. Well, either that or reading 100 pages of War and Peace in a little over an hour. Skimming is bad for the soul.
In other news, I'm getting all A's this semester, and I'll be damned if I get something less. Except maybe a B in my data structures class. That stupid class is going to kill me. All the kids sitting near me in lab were just as lost as me. Which is almost completely. Hah. Prof's crazy, thinking we know how to program...
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| So I found my old school binder from seventh grade. There's definitely a reason I didn't become a writer.
Once upon a time, there were 3 cats that lived underneath a kitchen stove. Mr. Cat had a nice, little shirt with blue booties and Mrs. Cat had a pretty, little red dress with pink flowers. They had a little boy kitten named Pouncer.
One day, Pouncer said, "Mr. Cat, I'm hungry."
"So go get some food from our storage," Mr. Cat said.
"But we're fresh out of mice," Pouncer said.
"I know, Mr. Cat, why don't you go out and buy some chocolate malted mice," Mrs. Cat said.
"Splendid idea!" Mr. Cat said as he crawled out from his place under the stove and walked to the kitty market in the shrubs behind the house and got 3 chocolate malted mice for him, Mrs. Cat, and Pouncer.
Mr. Cat went back to his place under the stove and feasted on the mice. Then they lived happily ever after.
I like how the boy kitten calls his father Mr. Cat.
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| While I only have one class Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I now have five classes Thursday. And a web-based calc class. Hm.
With my GPR being as dismal as it is, I can't take the EE course, so I'm taking some Russian Literature course in it's place. Which'll probably end up more interesting in any case (and get rid of my humanities credit).
That makes 8 hrs of engr, and 8 hrs of russ next semester, which will eventually equal 16 hrs of A's. Otherwise I'll probably have to switch majors. Ugh.
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