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    How's School?  echo $newRAM;
    added Sun May 18 2003 at 3:10 PM
    So how's school?

    It's still there. I'm still alive.

    I know that they're all just trying to make polite conversation, but sometimes it bugs me that everybody always has to ask exactly the same question. The reason why I give such a lame response is that first of all, what would the do if I were to tell them that school was horrible? They would probably just stand there, dumbfounded or try to figure out a nice way to say that college isn't made for everybody. Not to say that it was horrible, cause I actually rather enjoyed it, and I miss it when I'm home. The point is that they don't really want to know how school's going, they just want to have some kind of connection with being in that stage of their lives again.

    Another common question is how I'm doing in school. It's a subtle but significant difference. Sometimes it will be phrased directly how the question is intended: How are your grades this past year? For whatever reason, this doesn't bother me quite as much as the more general question. Perhaps because I ask people that all the time. I ask all my friends how there grades were, and it's often out of real interest. Of course, how do you tell somebody you did fine, but you wish you'd done just a little bit better? I really did do okay. My GPA is still well within the range to keep my scholarship.

    My favorite was when brother Bruce asked what I'd learned. How do you tell somebody in a few words what you learned? I can't even think of a good way to tell myself in a concise way what it is that I learned. Does that mean I didn't learn anything? I certainly hope not. I passed my tests, didn't I? doesn't that mean I at least learned a little bit? In the absence of a quick way to describe how I leanred all about how to model a vibrating string using mathematics that he very well may have never even heard of, I decided to grab onto a piece of knowledge that I picked up independent of my official schooling.

    Girls don't cook for guys anymore. I probably cooked close to 20 or 30 meals for various girls this semester passed, and only once did a girl cook me dinner. What's the world coming to?

    He agreed, and seemed to think that this single lesson made it all worthwhile.