The militarized language program stood before me. "Bonjour"...The computer does not understand. I yell louder into the mic "Bonjour!" ...The computer does not understand.
I desire old French films. The ones the existed before the war.
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Yesterday in class, we learned sll about plywood and practiced making a Mortise and Tenon Joint. Today instead of going to the UW for a Language experiment, I am going Dirt Corps after class.
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I'm a little worried about my arithmetic ability. I'm thinking that I might convert fractions to decimals, manipulate decimals and convert back. It seems like more work, but I think it might turn out to be faster. I need to practice both ways.
I'm tired of failing IQ tests.
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A young woman named Sarah is sleeping in Sam's bed. It's not sexual. I don't love it. I don't hate it. It's annoying and keeps me on edge. If she wasn't welcome, I'd tell her so. More importantly I'd tell Sam. So far, she is still welcome.
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Biking is wonderful. Biking sucks.
Trials, Tribulations and Trilobites
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