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[17 Dec 2005|10:16pm] |
I have a 76.98% in Hulsey. This is slightly lower than my actual grade, as one zero has not yet been cancelled out, and because the final isn't in yet.
I got a 13/20 on the World Lit 1 essay. Why are my essays in English so poor?
I think that I am a good writer when it comes to explaining something or arguing a point, but not when it comes to English shit. I would like to be better. I don't want to be a shit writer who gets good grades like Lance, but I would like to be actually good. I think my major issue with it is that I want my English essays to say something.
My next World Lit essay I am going to work very hard on.
I want to go to Murray's.
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[16 Dec 2005|09:58pm] |
Asian Club dinner was fun. I found out I'm allergic to cantaloupe.
I had my favorite meal for lunch, a Someplace Else turkey sandwich, two devilled eggs, and two lemon cookies. And some diet coke.
And I didn't do too bad with the ladies. No, you don't know what I'm talking about.
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[16 Dec 2005|12:32am] |
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OpenOffice = mental retardation
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[13 Dec 2005|03:36pm] |
Sanger: So, what are you going to major in?
Nick: Math!
Harding: Good major!
Nick: Or maybe Physics!
Harding: Good major!
Nick: Or maybe Liberal Studies!
Harding: Communistic major!
OU offers the following intriguing majors/minors/sweet dealies: Physics, Math, Chemistry, Electrical Engineering, Computer Science, Mechanical Engineering, German, Russian, Japanese, Latin, French, Hebrew, Chinese, and Spanish.
I want to be able to apply for medical school, which basically just means that I have to get an A in organic chemistry. What should I pick?
I always wanted to learn a Scandinavian language. Damn it.
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[11 Dec 2005|08:35pm] |
YES
Battlestar Galactica is on iTunes.
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[09 Dec 2005|03:22pm] |
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Meghan Lefrancois and I made out twice.
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[07 Dec 2005|09:20pm] |
snowball fight at school = best day of the year
I Can't believe no one wants to go snowballing!
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[04 Dec 2005|09:31pm] |
You're very sleepy. You're lying on your stomach on the couch with a blanket on you and a dog sleeping on your feet. You have no book, no one is talking to you. You have no external stimuli, except the knowledge that you have to stay awake for 30 minutes, with only your thoughts to occupy you.
It was hard, but I managed to watch American Dad.
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[03 Dec 2005|04:55pm] |
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Today I melted pennies and cleaned the pool. It was fun.
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[02 Dec 2005|09:12pm] |
I like owning DVDs.
I own the first season of Battlestar Galactica, and I have never been happier with anything I ever bought. It's probably the only thing I keep track of or take care of. I already pre-ordered the first half of season 2 on DVD.
Now I kind of want to get Firefly: the complete series, Serenity, and even Stargate SG-1, Star Trek Voyager, stuff that I can just watch rapid fire. Voyager has the Doctor. Come on. Seven of Nine.
White Russian
Egg Nog
And I need some chain mail rings. 5/16" 14 gauge aluminum.
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[01 Dec 2005|08:27pm] |
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I accidentally stood up Tim! Sorry! I was asleep.
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[30 Nov 2005|07:08pm] |
Today Ms. Schroeder told Mr. Harding not to write me a recommendation.
I got into trouble with Ms. Pierce for calling her a bitch to Ben Lee.
Damn it.
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[28 Nov 2005|10:23pm] |
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I got a twenty-dollar pen and a twenty-dollar pencil because I always lose pens and pencils and I got sick of not caring.
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[28 Nov 2005|08:34pm] |
Me: You watch Battlestar Galactica?
Neo: I watch the hell out of Battlestar Galactica.
Today not a bad day. I was sleepy during Calc. In English I got two out of three comments. Eric and I answered her first thing about Icarus and Dedalus. Then apparently I botched one, and then I nailed the Joseph Heller one.
HLZ: And why was Dedalus in prison?
Nick: Uh, I think it was because the king who hired him was proud of the stuff he'd built him, and didn't want anyone else to have bathrooms with running water.
HLZ glares at Nick.
Nick: Sorry.
HLZ continues to glare at Nick.
Nick falls asleep.
HLZ: ... Joseph Heller, who also wrote...uh....uh...
Nick (apparently while sleeping): Catch 22!
Not bad for speakin' up in HLZ's class.
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[27 Nov 2005|08:32am] |
6
I need to do work.
Yesterday I was at the Yukon Czech Hall and I danced a polka with Caroll Anne.
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[25 Nov 2005|06:33am] |
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I love you. You know who you are.
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[22 Nov 2005|09:07pm] |
the plan for break:
wake up
eat a sandwich
study
eat a sandwich
watch Battlestar Galactica while studying
eat a sandwich
watch Battlestar Galactica
eat a sandwich
sleep
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[21 Nov 2005|05:25pm] |
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Nick is girlfriendless again. Damn it. I really like Cat.
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[20 Nov 2005|01:28pm] |
I hope that my first vote for president is for John McCain.
I can't believe there is no Q or Moneypenny in the new James Bond movie. Q is the best part.
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[18 Nov 2005|04:28pm] |
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seriously, I don't know why I even bother
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[18 Nov 2005|02:27pm] |
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my life is completely ruined
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[17 Nov 2005|10:01pm] |
Note From the Author
If you read anything, make it the last paragraph of each chapter. I'll probably write three more chapters if I feel like it, and I won't feel like it.
Preface
Here is a story, beginning at exactly 1:45 PM, Central Standard Time on November 11th of the year 2005 on the Gregorian calendar, in Ms. Bish's room on the second floor of Classen School of Advanced Studies located at 1901 North Ellison in the city of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, in the United States of America, on the planet known as Earth, the third large spheroidal body from its medium-sized yellow star in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, in the Local Group, outlying in the Virgo Supercluster centered near the Norma Cluster, in the Great Wall, in the exact center of the Known Universe, in the exact center of the Universe.
Chapter 1
"I need Nick Rupert for check out."
It was Wesley. He didn't like me, and I didn't like him, but at the moment there was no one I would rather see. He was delivering the news that I, Nick Rupert, got to leave behind everyone else in HL Chemistry. I was free. With a parting, "So long, suckers," I bolted out the door, leaving behind my spiffy new jacket.
I arrived at Ms. Coats's office to find that my mom had signed me out early, in order that I could catch a plane. The departure time was 3:12, a mere hour and a half away. Fortunately, I was packed and ready to go.
We made it to the air port about a half an hour later, after stopping off at the house so that I could pick up my wallet. My good wallet had been stolen three days prior, which was irksome because this meant that not only had I lost my rather expensive wallet, I had lost my Driver's License. Three days before I had to fly. Some good did come of it, though: my new ID was a misprint: it did not display my date of birth in any of the three places it was supposed to appear. For all practical purposes, I was 21.
After checking in and passing through security -- the first time I'd ever not been stopped for additional screening -- I purchased a copy of Newsweek, a Diet Coke, and a roll of Mentos.
I landed in Cincinnati, two hours later, less one Diet Coke and one roll of Mentos. I bought another $1.79 bottle of Diet Coke, and waited about an hour until my next flight.
It was 9:23 P.M. Eastern Standard Time when I arrived in Boston, and a bone chilling 277 Kelvins. It was cold, but I was glad that I had brought only shorts and T-Shirts. It had been hot outside when I'd left Oklahoma City, and the cold was a nice change. I had only a short time to wait for my ride, one Conner Galloway, a fine young man I had known for five years from Tae Kwon Do. He was Black Belt as well as an MIT student, double majoring in Physics and Nuclear Engineering. I would be staying with him for most of my time in Boston.
He drove me to Simmons, the dorm where he lives. I say it was a dorm, but it looked like a large block of concrete. I could even see bits of plywood stuck to the surfaces where the molds had been torn away. Nonetheless it was MIT and it was beautiful.
His room was on the sixth floor, room 635, right next to storage closet 635-T. His room mate was at work, so I had time to read some of Conner's school books. I started with one titled Indroduction to Applied Mathematics. It was boring. I moved on to one called The Road to Reality, by Roger Penrose. It was not boring, and it turned out that it wasn't actually one of his school books. It didn't matter. The book was fascinating, containing a great deal of both history of maths and actual maths. I got as far as Pythagoras before Conner's room mate showed up.
Alex, as he was called by his fellow humans, was a tall guy with red hair. His desk resembled that of Tank's in The Matrix. He had a Dell desktop, a PowerBook, and an IBM laptop. It was pretty sweet. We played Half-Life 2: Deathmatch, and I was beaten like a dead cat. Eventually I learned to hit him with a 55-gallon drum of gasoline, jump to the side, and kill him with a grenade launcher before he could kill me with his RPG, but he still raped me. Then we switched to the Overwatch map and I beat him.
I was hungry, and so was Conner. We walked down to the Studen Center, and bought turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomatoes, mayonaise, and provolone. I had kettle chips, and he had some gay ass pita chips. The sandwich place didn't have Dr Pepper, and I got a $1.25 Diet Coke.
The sandwich was good. We watched three episodes of Star Trek: Voyager, Season 5, in which an ensign fell in love with an alien, the Doctor was funny, and Seven of Nine had large breasts. Then it was time for sleep. I dropped to the floor and fell asleep, somewhat wishing I had a blanket or pillow.
Chapter 2
The next day I awoke at 7:30 AM Eastern Standard Time. I was used to waking up at 6:30 AM Central Standard Time for school, regardless of how late I had been up the night before. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Neither Conner nor Alex was awake yet. I went back to sleep. Two hour later, Conner woke up, took a shower, and went back to sleep. Three hours after that, we all got up, headed over to the student center, and procured submarine sandwiches with turkey, lettuce, tomatoes, provolone, and mayonaise.
I was dying to do something that had to do with MIT or Boston, so I had Conner drive me around. Boston was beautiful. Every building and sidewalk was made of brick. Nearly every building had existed since before the United States existed as a country. It was pretty cool.
We went to the Science Museum, where I paid $15 for admission and Conner, as an MIT student, paid nothing. We played Tic-Tac-Toe against a giant computer made entirely of Tinker Toys and lost.
After that, Conner took me on a walking tour of the MIT campus. One hallway was lined with famous experiments in acrylic cases. One was the Feynman Sprinkler, which I had read about in Richard Feynman's biography, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman. When I reversed the flow of air, the pipe didn't move.
The next stop was the Cognitive Sciences building, which had only just been put in. It was beautiful. It actually went up and over a railroad track, and looking out the window over the track, I saw something incredible.
I was looking at de_train. The Counter-Strike map was right there in front of me. Naturally I had to go down and have a closer look, and it was on the way to the next stop on the tour, so Conner and I had fun running around and yelling, "BOOOM, HEADSHOT!"
Then it was off to the nuclear reactor. Conner let me in and showed me around. It was pretty cool, hanging around the two dozen or so superconducting magnets, each one above a Tesla, and each one capable of levitating me. They were both off and shielded, though, so I wasn't killed by the nickels in my pocket.
It was starting to get dark and very, very cold, so we headed back to the dorm, passing an antique store and cs_compound on the way.
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[14 Nov 2005|12:23pm] |
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damn this is good pomegranate juice
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[10 Nov 2005|08:34pm] |
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In 24 hours I will be in Cambridge.
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[08 Nov 2005|06:47pm] |
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I fuckin hate my extended essay
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[06 Nov 2005|10:26am] |
I am going to OU. I skipped a problem on the SAT II math, and didn't realize it until there were only 30 seconds left. My numbering was off. I'm going to OU.
I want an ice mint green Stella scooter with a sidecar and a back rack.
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[02 Nov 2005|08:17pm] |
I missed the MIT early action deadline. It was November 1, thought it was November 5. Damn it anyway. I just cut my slim chances of getting in into three pieces and set two of them on fire.
I just booked my plane tickets to Cambridge. Yay.
And I tried to find Mars with the telescope, but hit Saturn instead. I found its rings and two moons.
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[29 Oct 2005|07:57am] |
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It's ninja time!
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[27 Oct 2005|08:49pm] |
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Half-Life 2: Lost Coast is out. Holy crap.
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[27 Oct 2005|06:48pm] |
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goddamn that's a long walk from classen
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[24 Oct 2005|11:17pm] |
I got a jacket, and I love it. It's the same as Cal's. I've only had two jackets before this: my army jacket in the 7th grade, and a pea coat type thing in the second grade. I like this one better than either of those. The army jacket was pretty good though.
I went to Barnes and Noble. Instead of studying SAT II Chemistry, I read Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman. I think Feynman is my favorite physicist.
I want some matching ear muffs and gloves. And Guinness.
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[24 Oct 2005|07:33pm] |
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oh yeah, and I got a 1520 on my SAT, by the old system
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[24 Oct 2005|02:50pm] |
Fuck Classen.
Fuck IB.
These two things have ruined my life.
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[22 Oct 2005|08:08pm] |
Cal gave me a ride home on his mepod. I want a mepod.
I bottled the Chardonnay.
Two days in a row I've jogged the two miles to Barnes and Noble. Today I didn't see anyone I knew, except Camille of course.
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[20 Oct 2005|09:46pm] |
University of Cambridge
Oxford
Perhaps the IB diploma isn't entirely useless?
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[20 Oct 2005|05:51pm] |
I got ahold of Dr. Charles Harper, professor of Geology and interviewer for MIT. My interview is on Sunday at 10:30. I made a poster to that effect and duct taped it to the inside of the front door.
OU had a National Merit visiting day. It's pretty cool. We get $41,500, and get to be in the Honors college. It's nearly as much money for just a high ACT score, and pretty much anyone with a higher GPA than I have can get into the Honors college anyway.
Honors college is pretty sweet. You get first pick of the classes, a special key to get into the honors-only computer labs, dorms, and lounges, and they keep class sizes down for you. And you can ask anything of R.C. Davis, and he'll do it. Anything from "get me a muffin" to "I wish we had leather swivel chairs in the computer labs."
OU won't be so bad.
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[19 Oct 2005|06:52pm] |
I set the clock 10 minutes fast in Warner's and got us out 10 minutes earlier.
And for the love of God and all that is holy, pick up your phone, Dr. Charles Harper of OU, interviewer for MIT.
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[17 Oct 2005|07:55pm] |
I don't get it. I do all the work.
I turn in 7 pages of notes to Mr. Warner. Mister, not Doctor. Juris Doctrine does not require a thesis, does not get the title "Doctor". Bitches.
Warner: "Well, I see you have at least the fourteen points. I'll give you an 80. That's fair."
Nick: "What the h--. What do you mean, I have six other pages over here."
Warner: "Well, I guess I'll give you an 85. That's fair."
And I checked smartweb. Apparently I got a 79 on the organic test. There is no part of that test I didn't study for. I didn't remember something about bond enthalpy of Iodine. What the hell.
Man, this makes me want to say, "Fuck this, I'm cheating whenever possible." But I won't, because I would get in trouble if I said that.
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[12 Oct 2005|05:09am] |
Extended Essay: Finished for now
English Essay: Finished
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[11 Oct 2005|10:43pm] |
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My dad is always yelling at me for not getting enough sleep. Because I have essays to write.
Today I went to sleep as soon as I got home. I woke up a little while ago. I got 5 hours of sleep out of the way. On a day without Calc, that would be 8 hours if I woke up at 10, and then I have 8 hours distraction-free to do my work.
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[10 Oct 2005|06:17pm] |
I'm doing my extended essay. Whoa.
And I got my nunchaku. They're sweet.
Cat spends too much time studying.
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[08 Oct 2005|05:34pm] |
The following things are inherently neato:
Burt's Bees
Unicycles
Penny-Farthings
Pipes
Cigars
Chucks
Guinness
Monkeys
Dirks
Spearmint
Pumpkins
Coffee Beans
Suspenders
Ninjas
Dobbsheads
Mepods
2CVs
Helicopters
Grappling Hooks
Lockpicks
Straight Razors
Glass Bottles
Big Holes
Catapults
Capes
Shoe horns are not inherently neato.
I totally aced the SAT. I think I got a 1600 on the normal part, I dunno what to expect for the essay. I finished it. It wasn't fantastic, but I can't imagine they expect much more in 25 minutes. And they need to give us a 5 minute warning on that one.
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[06 Oct 2005|11:29pm] |
“You're crazy, Nick.” These are the words most people use to describe me when asked. If I had to pick four words to describe me, I do not think I could do any better than those. Perhaps this means that I am not crazy after all. It matters not.
Some people want money. Others want happiness. I just want to learn. I do not mean to say that I spend every waking hour in school or in a library, but to the contrary, I spend much of it not learning to perform a third derivative of a polar parametric equation, but learning to unicycle, juggle, grow wine grapes, build a canoe, scale tall buildings, or anything else I can think of that most people cannot do. Of course, I still take pleasure in learning to the third derivative of a polar parametric equation, when I am not to be found adorning the top of a man-made structure.
I have a tendency to leap into things. If I want to learn to do something, I don't just say, “Yeah, that would be cool.” I actually find out what it takes to do it, and then I do it. Take for example my vineyard. Oklahoma is not home to too many vineyards; most people would consider it a waste of effort to plan one. I, however, was not deterred. So I got my father to help, and we hopped in the canoe. We paddled up and down the creek behind the house, and found a suitable spot on a hillside. Then we unloaded our shovels and started digging a good trench. A good trench for a vineyard is about six feet deep, four feet wide, as long as space will allow, and bears no small resemblance to a World War I trench system. We dug three of these, with nothing but ourselves and a couple of shovels. The Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc, and Cabernet Sauvignon grapes get a little better each season. They should be ready for brewing this summer.
Many things can define a person. Obvious candidates for myself include that I am an IB student, a math whiz, a Tae Kwon Do student, or a reformed computer nerd. While these are all parts of my identity, I do not think that they define me. I think what really defines me is my desire to learn new things, be they academic or practical, or neither.
for the love of god that better be a good motherfuckin essay
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[04 Oct 2005|08:32pm] |
Marian Hulsey <mchulsey@sbcglobal.net> Mon, Oct 3, 2005 at 10:12 PM
To: Nick Rupert <ncurses@gmail.com>
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Nick--I'm just curious. If you want so all-fired much to go to MIT, why didn't you start planning earlier instead of wasting so many people's time? mh
Nick Rupert <ncurses@gmail.com> Tue, Oct 4, 2005 at 8:28 AM
To: Marian Hulsey <mchulsey@sbcglobal.net>
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Because I am a failure as a human being.
Dodson is making a flexible keyboard on my suggestion.
And it would be cool if light switches had small IR Diodes that could sense hand gestures to dim or turn lights on and off.
How the fuck does anyone keep up with work? I thought I knew stress. I am a vegetable.
Why do I work? I work so hard for my 2.75 GPA. I have the highest SAT, ACT, and PSAT scores in the school, but I'll only be accepted to OU. I do not slack.
Today I got my test grade back in Chemistry. I had an A. I got every ion correct. I thought that I had all of the mass spectrometer questions correct, too. I was wrong. I understood why I missed points on the first three, but not on the fourth.
On the description of the detector, she wanted that it is "detected electronically."
This answer contains no information.
My answer contained inferences on the mechanics of how such a detector must work. She marked, "Where are you getting your information?...I do not believe any positional deviation is allowed."
What does deflection mean? Does it mean positional deviation perhaps?
Does Bish perhaps teach by rote, rather than by concepts? Is this perhaps useful for taking a similarly formatted test, but devoid of nearly all inherent value?
Does Nick Rupert hate Bish with an intensity unparalleled by any ill will toward Hulsey, Bush, or even his newfound dislike of Warner?
I asked her about it. Apparently, I didn't need to know any information not contained in the handout.
Why do people like Bish? Do they disregard her blatant favoritism? Are they have a particular aptitude for the memorization of facts? Do they learn better by example? I don't know.
Why do I even go on? What is the point? I failed at everything I ever tried.
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