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nerdy statement of the day:

I wish I could Ctrl-F my class notes.
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did i really just get interrogated by a police officer? really??!!

  • Police officer: Excuse me, were you the cashier on duty during the incident about an hour ago?
  • Me (mopping the cafeteria floor): Oh yeah. Ha ha. The "incident."
  • Officer: Can you tell me what happened?
  • Me: A group of boys stood up, shouted "What the f*** is going on?!", scattered, and started fake shooting at each other. They were "shooting" and rolling and crouching and diving and ducking and "getting hit" until they all "died." Then they all got up and went away. The whole thing lasted a minute and a half tops.
  • Officer: What was your reaction?
  • Me: I thought it was kind of funny.
  • Officer: What about other people?
  • Me: There were about five people in line, and they all seemed to enjoy it while I was ringing them up.
  • Officer: Was anyone scared?
  • Me: No.
  • Officer: Do you think anyone might have feared for their lives?
  • Me: No.
  • Officer: Could anyone have mistaken it for an actual shooting?
  • Me: Ha ha. No.
  • Officer: Thanks for your time.
  • ********** Four hours later **************
  • Me (reading "community update" email): Did they seriously take seven people into custody? Ridiculous.
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I am a food service slave.

Or at least that’s what I call my job at my dorm’s dining hall. As horrible as this might sound, my favorite duty at the cafeteria is the actual flipping of burgers. Most of the positions are mindless - you’ll find yourself swiping ID cards, dishing out pasta, or feeding a stack of dirty trays into the dishwasher. Flipping burgers is one of the only opportunities for students to participate in the actual preparation of food.

When I’m grilling, I have some control. There is room for autonomy and relatively independent thought. It’s up to me whether your burger is charred or tender, whether your chicken is dry or juicy, and whether your Boca Burger is truly meat-free or contaminated by a beefy spatula.

I can make or break your dining experience.

Maybe I’m not such a “slave” after all (plus the pay is incredible for a zero-skill starting wage with flexible hours).

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Who wouldn’t want the Jitterbug?
Who wouldn’t want the Jitterbug?
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I love advertisements in The Nation.
I love advertisements in The Nation.
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This will prove only beneficial to me since I’m involuntarily drawn to these types.  (Found on the community bulletin board in my dorm.  I’m also addicted to Googling and just found this related Craigslist post.)

This will prove only beneficial to me since I’m involuntarily drawn to these types. 

(Found on the community bulletin board in my dorm.  I’m also addicted to Googling and just found this related Craigslist post.)

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"Right Hand Rule" with cross products of vectors

  • Me: (while staring at hand) I don't get the "right hand" part about it.
  • Elise: That's your left hand.
  • Me: Oh.
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I made this after Teague and I watched THIS VIDEO way too many times. p.s. More than once is considered way too many times. 

I made this after Teague and I watched THIS VIDEO way too many times.

p.s. More than once is considered way too many times. 

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Finally going camping. Couldn’t be more excited. p.s. This screenshot is “censored” because my mom called me in a very worried tone and told me I had to remove this post.  She doesn’t want creepers hunting me down while I’m camping.

Finally going camping. Couldn’t be more excited.

p.s. This screenshot is “censored” because my mom called me in a very worried tone and told me I had to remove this post.  She doesn’t want creepers hunting me down while I’m camping.

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Dear Roommate,

I’m sorry that my bed is lofted so high that you can’t tell whether I’m in it or not.  Tonight I returned to my room after a shower and found you stealthily tiptoeing around in the dark trying not to “wake” me.