We have a class called MATH 002, "Introductory Algebra." Description:
Methods of elementary algebra, including simplification of algebraic expressions, solving linear and quadratic equations, equations of lines, systems of linear equations, and radicals. Enrollment is restricted.Credit may not be used toward graduation in the College of LAS.Prerequisite: Score on appropriate placement test, or consent of Mathematics Department.
I see reason in having such a course; students deserve the chance to be taught the subject matter properly if their high school failed to do so.
No doubt, but the discrepancy lies in such a prestigious university accepting such students to begin with. However, I suppose if you're a writer like Doestoevsky but you suck at math, the school could accept you under the condition that you take the course.
EDIT: Also, here's my WTF. I'm doing my orgo homework. If you ever want to get really unnerved, look up the MSDS for any OTC drug. Ibuprofen is my current favorite:
Harmful if inhaled, swallowed or absorbed through the skin. Possible risk of irreversible effects. Possible mutagen. May cause kidney damage.
Good thing it has a nice wide therapeutic range. Unlike, say, paracetamol...
Methods of elementary algebra, including simplification of algebraic expressions, solving linear and quadratic equations, equations of lines, systems of linear equations, and radicals. Enrollment is restricted.Credit may not be used toward graduation in the College of LAS.Prerequisite: Score on appropriate placement test, or consent of Mathematics Department.
Otherwise known as grade 7 maths in the rest of the world.
I got the world at my feet, but humanity's nasty Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me I couldn't give a shit about your Prayers and malarkey Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how Dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
I rock around in Jesus thongs Fucked up on Bucket bongs If you don't like it, you can come suck this god's dick. You did what What? I don't read the bible rot I Just get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it And my antics were all put down in the book-a-let' GO! - 'cause I'm cooking right it like the iron chef! That's why I'm deaf, To all'ya prayers, yes?
Figjam! My Robes are Phat like Chief Wiggum and in fact I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams I made the nuts you suck and I don't give-a-damn, so good on the Fir'ment They should just call me Jehovah, man
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (Evolution!) Well that's just inappropriate Smoke me a kipper, bitch I'm from the Heaven'ly Side of town, don't forget to write it down (Satanist, yea!) What the fuck? It ain't Satanist crap! Think you're heretical, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp And I'll thank you to fuck right off And Professional Rationalists, take one night off
I'm the mighty lord god with omniscient mastery Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how Dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me Makin' Ya' on the earth, but you can't class me Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me I just had a threesome with ya gran and great-aunty Figjam! Fuck I'm god, just ask me And they're coming back this arv' for the bukkake party Figjam! My dick is bigger than a wigwam! And you can see my peepee right across all the galaxy And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up! (These Heretics need a shake up)
I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta Just got Jesus crucified on the cross, so Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby Figjam! Chill man, nietzsche wants to kill me! But I don't let that bullshit sweat me I'm omni-fuckin-present if you wanna come and get me, You shady fuck, I may be stuck In a crazy situation but I'm better than lady luck You wanna stop me? You'd wanna do it properly! [DAWKINS BITCH] Ah fuck! Somebody disproved me!
I'm semi proud, but it still drives me mental because a few lines don't quite flow right. Probably quite a few more don't flow right for you, but that's a trick of accent and pronunciation.
Edit - But I still think some of it's quite clever. One bit of it makes no sense, but I can't get anything tight enough to change it.
Yet, I'm not bothered about just leaving some bits, because I like the image of a robed god wearing old school leather sandals, eating chips and a flounder burger down the beach, perving on skinny-dippers and going home to have a few buckets and chill in the backyard listening to Triple J.
The show, though, isn't. I watched episode one, and I felt like I needed to listen to "Cosmos" just to apologize to my brain for subjecting it to that.
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EDIT: Also, here's my WTF. I'm doing my orgo homework. If you ever want to get really unnerved, look up the MSDS for any OTC drug. Ibuprofen is my current favorite: Good thing it has a nice wide therapeutic range. Unlike, say, paracetamol...
Hahahahahahahahaha
Is this what you saw?
I woke up this millennium, but I didn't wake
'Til the late hundreds, because I slept in late
With a great deital state and a date makin' destiny
I'll roll down the block without Hitchens even stressin' me
Let alone harassin' me or giving me a kickin'
So I've turned it into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like the catholic church, ahhhh
Reminiscing about, being pissed off about
My son crucified on the ground, the jews out on their arse
Before their change of fortune
Now I judge youse, takin' sacrificial boon
So virgin mary's on the head of my knob
And it's better than being an involved God,
Because y'all were cockheads with Jesus on earth
Then you killed him - so now I don't work
It's Heavenly day, and I can use a cliché, cause
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay
I got the world at my feet, but humanity's nasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your Prayers and malarkey
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how Dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
I rock around in Jesus thongs
Fucked up on Bucket bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck this god's dick.
You did what What? I don't read the bible rot
I Just get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my antics were all put down in the book-a-let'
GO! - 'cause I'm cooking right it like the iron chef!
That's why I'm deaf, To all'ya prayers, yes?
Figjam!
My Robes are Phat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
I made the nuts you suck and I don't give-a-damn,
so good on the Fir'ment
They should just call me Jehovah, man
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (Evolution!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the Heaven'ly
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(Satanist, yea!)
What the fuck? It ain't Satanist crap!
Think you're heretical, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
And Professional Rationalists, take one night off
I'm the mighty lord god with omniscient mastery
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
Ahhhh! I can't believe how Dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how dope I am, I made motherfucking man
I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
Makin' Ya' on the earth, but you can't class me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya gran and great-aunty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm god, just ask me
And they're coming back this arv' for the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee right across all the galaxy
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(These Heretics need a shake up)
I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got Jesus crucified on the cross, so
Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, nietzsche wants to kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm omni-fuckin-present if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm better than lady luck
You wanna stop me? You'd wanna do it properly!
[DAWKINS BITCH]
Ah fuck! Somebody disproved me!
Edit - But I still think some of it's quite clever. One bit of it makes no sense, but I can't get anything tight enough to change it.