Temple’s recently started recycling plastics and is promoting it with hideous plastic recycling bins. These bins as located no where near the garbage bins so I’ve taken to pulling outbottles on top and moving then to the proper can.Today, while doing this I was listening to Penny Arcade’s podcast and as I picked up a handful of bottles started giggling at the commentary I was hearing.I stopped giggling ad look down as a girl was giving me the scared (confused eyeball. Thinking about it, the fact that I hadn ‘t shaved in four days, wear shorts year round and was giggling while looking through a garbage can probably explained things.

I volunteered to grade tests for the Temple’s High School Math Competition but first I had to come up with an answer sheet.  The first question for the 9th and 10th grade test was:Equation

I have no idea how to evaluate that.  Normally I’d take a few derivatives and pray but those are geometric functions, taking their derivatives is like digging a deep hole in sand.  We’re throwing this at 9th graders?  The tests should be easy to grade as I look at blank page after blank page.  I’ll give them partial credits for “I have no fucking clue” or dirty limericks.

Each Tuesday and Thursday, I have a 3 hour break at midday between two classes and it doesn’t make much sense for me to go home, so I tool around Temple, hit up Turkish Lunch Cart #2 or Greek Lunch Cart #4 (combine them and you get Cyprus, oh!) for a wicked gyro (they like that I don’t pronounce it JI-rho).  Today, I ate my gyro and promptly fell asleep in the Speakman study area.  For some strange reason, when I fall asleep on the train or at school, I don’t move around nor make much noise compared to my normal heavy breathing when sleeping.  Today was an exception.

I woke up with my arms flung out to the size of me my head back, mouth open and somehow I was in the exact middle of the aisle of 10 partitioned desks in the study area.  Apparently I’d been like this for some time, as the aisle  dead-ends and to the right of me all the chairs were full while those to the left were empty.  Temple follows the urinal rule of only using every other desk space when possible, I’d clearly broke that up.  I went to the restroom and I had sleep lines on my face like I’d rested on something, yet I had no jacket, pillow or bag on which to sleep.  So I think someone’s got an odd story to tell about a man stealing their jacket to use as a pillow, I hope that person comes to school on Tuesday and tells me.  Hopefully I don’t fall asleep.

Test question from CIS 1055 Midterm:  Which of the following is the largest representation of data?

A) MB
B) ZB
C) TB
D) GB

Correct answer:  B,  but the “correct” answer was C.  Apparently someone never heard of the zettabyte or 10^21 bytes.

I narrowly missed the arrival of the 5:43 PM train so I went to the bathroom and started checking my email, in the process confirming a suspicion I’ve had since going to Temple.  Every bathroom stall in a building with a wifi connection receives a signal yet approximately 1/3rd of the bathrooms do not.  I applaud the Temple Technology Committee’s prioritization.

The shorts thing really isn’t sinking in to the Temple Folk.  At Neshaminy, everyone knew, that simple.  They knew it wasn’t for a particular reason, I wasn’t being macho, I just didn’t like pants.  The extent of this oddity came today when I was walking to class near and one legged man in a wheelchair wearing one of those ridiculous jester ski hats and most people were looking at me.

I tried the atlatl for the first time.  BETTER THAN SEX!  It is the world’s least graceful projectile but makes almost no noise as it lands.  This means I could be walking around Temple’s campus, unleash an atlatl dart on some trailer tornado-bait white trash skank mama and disappear into the multitudes and escape unscathed.  During the evening, Dave came over and after driving around discovered that Feasterville has few good night atlatl practice areas.  I plan on writing the township about this.