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I believe he/she was referring to the fact that this past week or so has been Linus building snowmen, but now all the snow is gone. That arc did end with the snowmen melting though…so perhaps it makes sense.
Nowadays, I’m always nervous about filling in my name and ID information on Chemistry tests, because I’m so preoccupied about the actual information on the test that I’m worried I might write something down wrong. And then the grading process would get screwed up and who knows what would happen.
Why do they specifically have to point it out then? I assume that any assignment works like that: if you don’t turn it in, you don’t get credit for it.
There was a Zits strip where his mom used the response “Why should I keep feeding you, you’ll just get hungry again” to “why should I clean my room, it’ll just get dirty again”. I believe the final panel was Jeremy cleaning his room, saying (or thinking) that he’d be able to come up with a comeback to that if he weren’t so hungry.
Yeah, D.W. called him Yo Mama when he came on Arthur, too.
Granted, it’s a (very) tall grass. But it’s still classified as a grass, not a tree. It does make me wonder what exactly makes the difference in classification, but not enough to look it up.
If God is perfect, then wouldn’t create beings with the potential to be imperfect. That would be a miscalculation on his part. The choice to be flawed is not one that should be allowed for.
Yeah, and math can literally turn something imaginary into something real: e^(pi*i) = 1.(‘i’ is an imaginary number, sqrt(-1) and 1 is a real number…I’ve seen the proof for this equation several times and still can’t quite believe it).
“My kids” :) My sister recently finished her bachelor’s in elementary education and while she was student teaching, she referring them as “my kids”. She’s got a job in a day care now, and they are, of course, still “her kids”.
I have a friend who is never without a watch and it’s not for any sort of status. She just finds it more convenient to be able to glance at her wrist for the time, rather than finding a clock on the wall or having to pull out her phone. .(There was that one time she had one of her few “blonde moments”: about five o’clock in the morning, we were on a bus together and she wanted to check the time. There wasn’t enough light to see her watch by and I was asleep, so she didn’t want to turn on the light. Solution: she took her phone out…to light up the watch.)