Post v3.0.0.1
Post number 3, officially written on the new, used Dell Inspiron 8200. I am actually typing this out while at work, watching Futurama at the same time. I had a whole hour to kill between starting the 7:45pm shows and having to thread up the projectors again for the 9pm shows. Working at the theater is probably the best job that I have ever had. This might be due to the fact that the last job I had was without a doubt the absolutely worst job that I have ever had. Working at the theater though, is not without its shortcomings. The owner is a royal pain in the arse, and sometimes the things that I have to do are actually embarrassing. I recently read a blog post from one of my friends’ friends about the theaters in the area. Most of the things that he said were true. The biggest one is intermissions. I hate them. For some reason, the management feels that they are needed. Wait, I know the reason. It’s money. Intermissions are irritating to most normal people including me, and as an employee, it just means extra work. Not that the work is all that hard, evidenced by my being able to write this blog post while working. On the other hand, I am being paid pretty well for some of the easiest work I have ever done.
First day of school is officially over, and I have already decided that the people in my Physics class are complete idiots. As we had no school on Monday, today was the first lab. We had no prior lecture. All we had to do was take some measurements of a hacksaw blade. We had to use a couple of different calipers and a half-meter stick. The two people that I got stuck with were utter morons. Even though the professor came over twice to explain things, they still didn’t understand. We were supposed to hand in our papers as a group, meaning one set of lab papers for all three of us. I handed in papers that I had filled out myself. The Idiot-Duo couldn’t grasp the concept of the calipers no matter how many times I tried to explain it to them.
The sad part is that I am not finished yet. The second half of the assignment was to figure out opposing forces. I have already said more than they grasped of the concept. I ended up just completing the second half without much input from them. Watching them trying to figure out how to use a protractor was hilarious though. They went through 3 pieces of graph paper before I stopped them and showed them how I made my calculations on the first try. Guess what, my math was impeccable. I know that addition can sometimes be a tricky concept to grasp. The professor came over, I showed him my graph and measurements, and proved that it worked using the scales. I then filled out my own lab papers while under the vacant scrutiny of the Idiot-Duo’s blank stares. They wanted to compare the papers, but I shrewdly dodged that figurative bullet by claiming that I copied from their papers, and I was just keeping mine to use as a study aid in the future. I am going to ask the professor if I can just complete the lab exercises by myself from now on.
I would like to think that this exact same scenario isn’t going to play itself out over and over again in my other classes, but I know that isn’t true. My lot in life is to be grouped with total idiots in class, and also to make stupid decisions regarding money and/or cars.
This post is overly-long. It is time for the movie quote portion.
- I wanna hamburger, I wanna hotdog, I wanna…
- YOU’LL GET NOTHING, AND LIKE IT!
Last movie quote was from Back to the Future, Part One.
First day of school is officially over, and I have already decided that the people in my Physics class are complete idiots. As we had no school on Monday, today was the first lab. We had no prior lecture. All we had to do was take some measurements of a hacksaw blade. We had to use a couple of different calipers and a half-meter stick. The two people that I got stuck with were utter morons. Even though the professor came over twice to explain things, they still didn’t understand. We were supposed to hand in our papers as a group, meaning one set of lab papers for all three of us. I handed in papers that I had filled out myself. The Idiot-Duo couldn’t grasp the concept of the calipers no matter how many times I tried to explain it to them.
The sad part is that I am not finished yet. The second half of the assignment was to figure out opposing forces. I have already said more than they grasped of the concept. I ended up just completing the second half without much input from them. Watching them trying to figure out how to use a protractor was hilarious though. They went through 3 pieces of graph paper before I stopped them and showed them how I made my calculations on the first try. Guess what, my math was impeccable. I know that addition can sometimes be a tricky concept to grasp. The professor came over, I showed him my graph and measurements, and proved that it worked using the scales. I then filled out my own lab papers while under the vacant scrutiny of the Idiot-Duo’s blank stares. They wanted to compare the papers, but I shrewdly dodged that figurative bullet by claiming that I copied from their papers, and I was just keeping mine to use as a study aid in the future. I am going to ask the professor if I can just complete the lab exercises by myself from now on.
I would like to think that this exact same scenario isn’t going to play itself out over and over again in my other classes, but I know that isn’t true. My lot in life is to be grouped with total idiots in class, and also to make stupid decisions regarding money and/or cars.
This post is overly-long. It is time for the movie quote portion.
- I wanna hamburger, I wanna hotdog, I wanna…
- YOU’LL GET NOTHING, AND LIKE IT!
Last movie quote was from Back to the Future, Part One.
posted by Whatafreak at 12:55:00 AM
1 Comments:
No worries friend. I also had a hard time grasping the addition concept... and then after my first day of preschool it all clicked... it was like a brilliant light setting off my genius... and so in conclusion... I'm paying 30k a year to listen to a guy theorize about what may (Ceteris Paribus) work in the real world. Hoo boy.
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