Friday, December 13, 2002

Two Thirds Of One Fourth.

That's all I have left of my college career. I guess that works out to 1/6. Seems like still a decent amount to go, and I guess it is. Just had my last Final this morning, so Fall quarter is officially over. And now without any further ado, we have some TEST TAKING TIPS from Me.

1. The more you try to cram in just before the test, the more stuff that you knew before will fall out the back end.
2. Sit in the middle of the back row, no way they'll catch you cheating.
3. Wear shades to assist sneaky peripheral vision, and be prepared with a story about a rare eye condition that forces you to wear them.
4. Get there 20 minutes early, the ones already in the room with their pencils and scantrons nicely arranged are the ones you should be sitting behind.
5. When choosing someone to "acquire" answers from, don't judge a book by it's cover. I know some really intelligent looking idiots.
6. Be sure someone good looking is sitting at a major focal point, you need aesthetically pleasing atmosphere when you're staring off into space completely forgetting about the final for minutes at a time.
7. When in doubt, the answer is c, and if you doubt that, you're not in doubt.
8. Cough continuously, you'll annoy people and lower the curve. Sneezing works too, but harder to fake.
9. Hope for a creaky desk. If someone complains, blame the polarity of the earth.
AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST
10. You know those clicker erasers that move up and down? And those clicking pens that pop in and out? Try to set a clicks per hour record.

There you have it. Foolproof guide to doing well on college finals. I'll bust out my grade predictions later on tonight, after I've already cheated by checking today's final against the answer key he's posting tonight.

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Stripes.

As a kid on family vacations, that's all we wore. My sister wore red and white striped shirts, myself blue and white, and my brother green and white. You could pick us out in a crowd of 100 people easily, I guess that's the main reason my parents did it. We even had the striped socks to match pulled up to our knees. Oh yeah. I have pictures. You should ask me to show you them sometime.

So I happen to be wearing this shirt I have that is made up of three or four large stripes, navy green and white or something. I've worn it like five other times this year at least. Apparently, not in front of any of my friends. Not once, but TWICE, people announced that I was making a huge change from my normal wardrobe by wearing it. WORD FOR WORD, they said they exact same thing "well it's not a shirt with wolves on it or a t-shirt with a smart ass statement..." Two people, exact same statement, different times. Both the exact same "smart-ass" phrase. Pretty mind boggling.

Apparently I need to wear the stuff that doesn't fall into those two categories more often. Maybe Christmas will be a chance to branch out a bit. I've always been a pretty predictable guy, but I wasn't aware that the people around me actually notice, much less care about what I wear. Go figure.

Tomorrow's forecast, a smart-ass t-shirt.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

I Know I'm Bad!

Man I'm full of nothing but excuses lately. Ah well that last post was long I figure it kept ppl busy.

Yesterday I was over in the UCen watching a young couple tearing it up on the new DDR machine down there and I got to thinkin. If video game makers came up with more games like this, that involve movement and exercise, maybe tomorrow's youth won't grow up to be as brainless as our generation did. Rather than just having to push buttons and stare at a screen, if tomorrow's games actually involve leg and arm movement who knows, you could end up staying in shape just because you are somewhat addicted to a fun game. I know I enjoy DDR a lot, it's just unfortunate it costs money in the arcade. It's not really worth it to buy a whole console system just for one game and the pads, but then again, if I'm getting exercise and fun at the same time, hmm...

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