Prof: *requests answer, writing an equation on the board*
Me: *gives answer* 3/4
Prof: Anyone? Anyone?
Me: *answer* 3/4
Prof: We do this... *scribble scribble* And now we simplify. How many times does 5 go into 45?
Me: *repeats answer* 3/4. It's divisible by 15.
Prof: We have to simplify. So that's down to 9/12, and...
Other Student: It's quicker to divide by 15.
Prof: So it is, that's right. Very good. So what is the answer?
Other Student: 3/4
Me: *kills everyone in the room with my MIND*
Comforting to know that some things never change - no matter how old I get, school still manages to utterly sap my will to live.
Belle went to the vet today.
She is five and a half months, in shape (not fat or too thin)...
And she weighs 48 lbs.
48 LBS OF WIGGLING, FURRY LOVE.
It's also becoming obvious that she's entering the 'teenage' phase for dogs in which they become adorable pains in the ass. EVERYTHING is a toy.
Watching her chase a lime across the kitchen is pretty damn funny, though. Not sure what it is with our family and citrus...