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Tonight I went to my first class at Yale.

After I finished Home School High School, I had planned to take college courses on the internet, but although Yale announced that it would offer free courses almost two years ago, they never appeared. I kept waiting for them, but nothing ever happened. Then I sort of forgot about it as I got busy working on my opera and stuff. Then I got hurt and had to grow skin. Now I'm well, and I can compose only so many hours a day before my brain gets chapped. I checked again. I don't know when they went up, but my classes have started!

My first course is Fundamentals of Physics. Tonight's lecture discussed Newtonian Mechanics and the calculations necessary to discover the velocity, acceleration, and/or location of moving spatial entities. I already knew the location: it was that dot on the blackboard. I have homework, too. There is a half-page of problems, but the answers cover five pages with explanations. That's a good thing for me, because I need to review calculus a littlelotlotlot.

I'm going to start another course, too. I'm deciding whether I should take political philosophy or modern poetry first. I'm leaning toward the poetry course because it might be helpful (a) as I work on my libretto; (b) to help coach up my mom for J!; or (c) for both. Eventually, though, I'll do both of them and more.

I think I'm going to fit right in at Yale Internet. Of the people I know who have gone to college in New Haven, some of them seem very smart and very nice, while others are mean and act kind of stupid. I am within that range.

/:P\

AnnieCamaro wrote:Tonight I went to my first class at Yale.

After I finished Home School High School, I had planned to take college courses on the internet, but although Yale announced that it would offer free courses almost two years ago, they never appeared. I kept waiting for them, but nothing ever happened. Then I sort of forgot about it as I got busy working on my opera and stuff. Then I got hurt and had to grow skin. Now I'm well, and I can compose only so many hours a day before my brain gets chapped. I checked again. I don't know when they went up, but my classes have started!

My first course is Fundamentals of Physics. Tonight's lecture discussed Newtonian Mechanics and the calculations necessary to discover the velocity, acceleration, and/or location of moving spatial entities. I already knew the location: it was that dot on the blackboard. I have homework, too. There is a half-page of problems, but the answers cover five pages with explanations. That's a good thing for me, because I need to review calculus a littlelotlotlot.

I'm going to start another course, too. I'm deciding whether I should take political philosophy or modern poetry first. I'm leaning toward the poetry course because it might be helpful (a) as I work on my libretto; (b) to help coach up my mom for J!; or (c) for both. Eventually, though, I'll do both of them and more.

I think I'm going to fit right in at Yale Internet. Of the people I know who have gone to college in New Haven, some of them seem very smart and very nice, while others are mean and act kind of stupid. I am within that range.

/:P\

When do you learn to pick locks?

AnnieCamaro wrote:My first course is Fundamentals of Physics. Tonight's lecture discussed Newtonian Mechanics and the calculations necessary to discover the velocity, acceleration, and/or location of moving spatial entities. I already knew the location: it was that dot on the blackboard. I have homework, too. There is a half-page of problems, but the answers cover five pages with explanations. That's a good thing for me, because I need to review calculus a littlelotlotlot.

Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

Evil Squirrel wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:My first course is Fundamentals of Physics. Tonight's lecture discussed Newtonian Mechanics and the calculations necessary to discover the velocity, acceleration, and/or location of moving spatial entities. I already knew the location: it was that dot on the blackboard. I have homework, too. There is a half-page of problems, but the answers cover five pages with explanations. That's a good thing for me, because I need to review calculus a littlelotlotlot.

Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

Who needs top throw anything?

AnnieCamaro wrote:I think I'm going to fit right in at Yale Internet. Of the people I know who have gone to college in New Haven, some of them seem very smart and very nice, while others are mean and act kind of stupid. I am within that range.

Remember our outgoing President is one.

ulysses5019 wrote:

Evil Squirrel wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:My first course is Fundamentals of Physics. Tonight's lecture discussed Newtonian Mechanics and the calculations necessary to discover the velocity, acceleration, and/or location of moving spatial entities. I already knew the location: it was that dot on the blackboard. I have homework, too. There is a half-page of problems, but the answers cover five pages with explanations. That's a good thing for me, because I need to review calculus a littlelotlotlot.

Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

Who needs top throw anything?

Come on! I'm trying to teach Annie physics!

Next week I'll teach her about escape velocity. Got a slingshot with a big rubber band?

There's something to be said for visual aids. However, I know Annie and Evil Squirrel may end up on the losing end of this one.

Evil Squirrel wrote: Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

AnnieCamaro wrote:

Evil Squirrel wrote: Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Do you realize I was the quarterback of my high school football team? I hit receivers 50 yards downfield in double coverage with 20 pound linebackers in my face on a regular basis. I'll get my buddy Uly and challenge you and Lizbit to a game of tackle football next weekend. I'll show you throwing like a guirrel....

Evil Squirrel wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:

Evil Squirrel wrote: Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Do you realize I was the quarterback of my high school football team? I hit receivers 50 yards downfield in double coverage with 20 pound linebackers in my face on a regular basis. I'll get my buddy Uly and challenge you and Lizbit to a game of tackle football next weekend. I'll show you throwing like a guirrel....

I'm ready coach. I even have my own helmet.

Evil Squirrel wrote: I'll get my buddy Uly and challenge you and Lizbit to a game of tackle football next weekend. I'll show you throwing like a guirrel....

This is gonna be fun! Lizbit is so excited that she's outside running wind sprints. She loves to tackle.

/:P\

ulysses5019 wrote:

Evil Squirrel wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote: As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Do you realize I was the quarterback of my high school football team? I hit receivers 50 yards downfield in double coverage with 20 pound linebackers in my face on a regular basis. I'll get my buddy Uly and challenge you and Lizbit to a game of tackle football next weekend. I'll show you throwing like a guirrel....

I'm ready coach. I even have my own helmet.

Does that thing have Helmet Cam? We might end up on ESPN2....

AnnieCamaro wrote:

Evil Squirrel wrote: Here's your first problem:

A squirrel perched atop a branch 50 feet high throws an acorn at a 3 foot tall greyhound that stands 100 feet away. Assuming no loss of velocity due to atmospheric friction, what initial velocity must the squirrel give the acorn to hit the pooch right between the eyes?

As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

LOL!

A bunch of us were camping over by Crusty Butt (Mt. Crested Butte) about a million years ago (OK, Casey still had her puppy teeth). We were sitting around having breakfast coffee, and this squirrel was blitzing us with pine cones! He (or she, what the heck do we know) had turned the lowly pine cones into whizzing projectiles of doom. With appropriate sound effects, I might add -- what a racket! He scored a direct hit on Nate's styrofoam coffee cup, blowing out the bottom and dousing Nate in about an inch of warm coffee. OK, not dousing . . .

I am confident that Evil Squirrel has a Colorado branch and that I have met the local CAO.

Don't let 'em bring in Colorado Evil Squirrel as a ringer!

SportsFan68 wrote:LOL!

A bunch of us were camping over by Crusty Butt (Mt. Crested Butte) about a million years ago (OK, Casey still had her puppy teeth). We were sitting around having breakfast coffee, and this squirrel was blitzing us with pine cones! He (or she, what the heck do we know) had turned the lowly pine cones into whizzing projectiles of doom. With appropriate sound effects, I might add -- what a racket! He scored a direct hit on Nate's styrofoam coffee cup, blowing out the bottom and dousing Nate in about an inch of warm coffee. OK, not dousing . . .

I am confident that Evil Squirrel has a Colorado branch and that I have met the local CAO.

Stories like this really warm my heart. Thanks for sharing! I'll have to have that squirrel send me some pinecones down here to Okieland....

AnnieCamaro wrote:
As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Burn.

Ritterskoop wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:
As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Burn.

Are you mad at me, Miss Ritter? I most definitely was not saying that Evil Squirrel threw like a girl. Heck, I'm a girl, and some of my best friends are girls who are excellent athletes. They can throw footballs, and softballs, and basketballs, and acorns with the force of 97,826 howitzers. I said "guirrel," because I knew that would get under ES's skin, which is thin underneath all that fur. A "guirrel" is a wimpy little fuzzbucket with arms the size of -- well, not even matchsticks -- more like the size of the papery things in matchbooks.

If you were offended, I offer my most sincere apologies, and I won't say that again.

If Evil Squirrel was offended, so be it.

/:P\

AnnieCamaro wrote:

Ritterskoop wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:
As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Burn.

Are you mad at me, Miss Ritter? I most definitely was not saying that Evil Squirrel threw like a girl. Heck, I'm a girl, and some of my best friends are girls who are excellent athletes. They can throw footballs, and softballs, and basketballs, and acorns with the force of 97,826 howitzers. I said "guirrel," because I knew that would get under ES's skin, which is thin underneath all that fur. A "guirrel" is a wimpy little fuzzbucket with arms the size of -- well, not even matchsticks -- more like the size of the papery things in matchbooks.

If you were offended, I offer my most sincere apologies, and I won't say that again.

If Evil Squirrel was offended, so be it.

/:P\

"Burn" is what Kelso says on That 70s Show when somebody artistically puts down another person. I said it with admiration for your ability to remind Evil Squirrel he ain't all that.

Ritterskoop wrote:
"Burn" is what Kelso says on That 70s Show when somebody artistically puts down another person. I said it with admiration for your ability to remind Evil Squirrel he ain't all that.

Oh, thank you. I didn't understand. I've never watched That 70s Show. I'm more of a 21st Century kind of girl.

/:P\

AnnieCamaro wrote:

Ritterskoop wrote:

AnnieCamaro wrote:
As if.

Are you the percher with the acorn? You throw like an guirrel, and your best toss goes straight down. Therefore, I calculate your velocity as equal to the force of gravity, or 9.8 m/s(squared), and you can't hit me a 100 feet away.

/:P\

Burn.

Are you mad at me, Miss Ritter? I most definitely was not saying that Evil Squirrel threw like a girl. Heck, I'm a girl, and some of my best friends are girls who are excellent athletes. They can throw footballs, and softballs, and basketballs, and acorns with the force of 97,826 howitzers. I said "guirrel," because I knew that would get under ES's skin, which is thin underneath all that fur. A "guirrel" is a wimpy little fuzzbucket with arms the size of -- well, not even matchsticks -- more like the size of the papery things in matchbooks.

If you were offended, I offer my most sincere apologies, and I won't say that again.

If Evil Squirrel was offended, so be it.

/:P\

Who are you calling matchstick arms?