Morning Blend

As a really long night blends into a really early morning, I share these items from LSAT class last night:

. . .Teacher Man (TM) is getting better. This is the big news of the night. He kept referring to "getting your $1200-worth" off-handedly throughout the night, so I think he intentionally stepped it up.

. . .TM is good at math, bad at explaining percentages: while explaining a problem, TM could have made a percent look like X/100 = X%, but instead, chose to do some very complicated random # / random # = X % that had nothing to do with the actual ciphers contained in the stimulus. The math worked out, amazingly--I check it on my phone's calculator. Not so amazingly, no one could work out the problem the percentages pertained to. Here's to you, TM, my future accountant!

. . .Reminder: when taking the LSAT, you are in the "hermetically sealed environment of LSAT-Land."

. . .I accidentally stabbed my finger while playing with a mechanical pencil (come on, you've done it before--recently, too. Not second grade. Last week. At the latest. ) This makes for two accidental self-stabs in the last two days. The first occurred when I used a 10-inch chef's knife to remove the nylon zip-tie off something. The blade cut jerkily through the tie and went smoothly into the flesh between my thumb and pointer finger. It was a legit stab; hole in my hand and blood and everything.

. . .TM explains that while reading the next problem, That Guy needs to pronounce Uranus like yer-an-us, with the accent on the first syllable, not "your anus." That Guy totally ignores him completely, and even manages to giggle while reading the line "there's some other force tugging on Uranus." Then, while TM is diagramming the sentences, That Guy asks, "Hey, can you do something different with the arrow for causality?" TM replies, "Uh, yeah, sure. I'll draw little feathers on it. Just for you." And he does.

. . .That Guy asks, "Did you want me to read the answer choices or get to the implications of combining blah blah with bling bling? 'Cause I can jump all over the implications, if you want me to."

. . .The Reddest Tomato: That Guy is trying to set up another logic game for the class and is struggling with something. Meanwhile, I've been busy stabbing myself, counting electrical outlets and fantasizing about eating the Gardettos tucked away in my bookbag. Suddenly, I emerge from the fog of boredom and shout out, "No! K or P goes on the 4th Floor! You're looking for something that can't be there!" It happened just like that. I was a by-stander to this outburst, I swear. I had no idea that some part of my brain was paying any attention while another part triggered the "outside voice" button. When That Guy tried to respond, I said, "No, either way it's P or K. Nothing else that's left goes there. That's the answer."

This is really unprecedented.

I've been a jerk to people in the past--and will be in the future--but up until now it's always been intentional.

TM continues explaining the problem, and That Guy--now redder than the reddest tomato--responds to a suggestion with, "I know. That's what I was saying, except someone just told me twice that I was wrong."

And that someone. . .needs to go to Denny's and fuel up. Deuces.