The other week a few classmates and I were sharing stories about the mishaps we've encountered with the new freshman population on campus. One incident, if I recall correctly, involved someone who came out after class to find that someone else had chained his/her bike to hers. The hypothesis was that the person was trying to loop the bike lock around the pole, but for some reason didn't think to go around the other bike that was already there and instead went THROUGH the other bike, causing much grief when the classmate came out and wanted to leave. With her bike.
There was a story where one of my old dormmate got run off of the side walk by a freshman on a bike. Another one of my classmates said that he'd stand around with a protest sign for that, if he could find the time for it.
Also, Kate remarked that the photograph in my textbook of condensed chromosomes that are dyed with florescent dye looked like glowey worms having a party as opposed to, I suppose, the un-condensed chromosome illustration on the cover of the textbook, which she said makes her think of spaghetti (and now I'm hungry and will need to go look for food afterwards).
(You know, I was well into high school by the time I finally learned how to spell "spaghetti." The "h" in the middle always confused me because I'd remember that there's a silent "h" but never quite remember where to stick it.)
But the brief thought on genetics reminds me of one of my professor's comments today, where she said that "breeding is like evolution on Speed." There were smiles all around for that. And the TA can't count, but that's alright, the professor's not the brightest with math either and she's very good natured about it and so I don't believe he'll suffer from his mistakes.
Which reminds me that I've made yet another spectacular mistake with negative signs yesterday, so I shouldn't be talking about other people's math skills at all.
Probability seems much friendlier in comparison. No negative signs.
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