I am moving in a week.
One of the things that I always notice when I move is that I am very bad at throwing things out. Many of the things that I find lying around my place are things that I never use and don't actually want to keep. However, for some reason, every time that I find something that I don't want, I put it in a box to be moved to my new place rather than simply throwing it out. My theory for why I do this is that I am dumb.
Among the things that I should probably stop moving with me is a collection of class notebooks going back to my senior year of undergrad. Upon (re-) discovering that collection, I read through the book for one class in which it had only taken me about two weeks to realize that the lecture was not helpful. Here are the highlights from those notes:
Threepenny Opera, now only $0.01995.
Borf. Skypearoony.
Tammany Hall
FUNGLE
Most productive class ever.
I'm hungry.
I haven't eaten in like six hours.
And I have to poop.
It's a conundrum.
hamstertron
aehmnorrstt
monster hart
short marten
storm anther
trash mentor
threat norms
And viewers like you
From now on, every sentence must contain the word, "Fordputer," which I just made up.
My joints hurt.
The client is working, but we can't run it due to HEPA regulations. Not HIPAA. Why would you think that?
1 1 2 3 5 8
13 21 34 55 89 144
233 377 610 987 1597
2584 5181 7765 12946 20711
33567 54368 88025 142393 230418
372811 602629 975440
1578069 2553509 3131578 5665087
8816665
I don't know if it's more depressing that I felt compelled to write out the Fibonacci sequence that far during a class or that my arithmetic fell apart after 2584 and I didn't notice.
I flipped through one of my other notebooks and noticed that at the start of my notes for one lecture, I had written, "My goal for today's class is to take a nap." I had followed that with the full lyrics to "Birdhouse in Your Soul."
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