The Loony Bin
(
loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk
)
Mon, 27 May 1996 12:14:27 +0100
Hiya Loonies...
I don't normally pass on personal stories here, there are newsgroups
that do it so much better than I do, but I thought you might like to
read these few reminisces from Shelley...
Wishes & Dreams...
- ANDREA
xx
************<andrea@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk>************
******************<ajc6@ukc.ac.uk>*******************
*** ***
*** THE LOONY BIN ***
*** loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk ***
*** ***
******************Internet Goddess*******************
*********************ANDROMEDA***********************
------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------
I minored in Business - I know, I know - but gawd was it funny most of
the time. I remember "Business Stats" where the professor stood up at
the beginning of the class and said -- now don't worry. We are not
going to make you memorize any equations here. Everyone will be allowed
to bring a formula sheet to class. You don't even have to know how or
why they work. Just remember that if you put numbers into formulas, the
numbers we need to use will come out the other end...
I put up my hand and asked if it was okay to memorize the formulas if we
wanted. I think I shocked him.
The formulas we are talking about here are things like n(n+1)/2. And I
STILL remember it without a formula sheet!
Shudder.
-------------------------------------------
The setting. Managerial accounting special cram session lead by the
Teachers Assistant (TA) before the final exam. One of the Business
students (BS) was having a cerebral haemorrhage. They wanted to know
what was going to be on the exam...
BS: I need to know what to study.
TA: What do you want to know?
BS: I need to know what kinds of question are going to be on the exam.
TA: That's what I am going over.
BS: No, I need the answers.
TA: The answers to what?
BS: All of them.
TA: You want the answer to the test, life, absolutely everything...
At this point I said: 42
Dead silence.
I had expected outright laughter - hey I was laughing! Or at least a
chuckle, or even a groan. Not a room full blank faces looking at the
alien that had somehow popped into their midst. There wasn't even any
point in explaining...