As much as I am disappointed in the delayed launch, I am willing to give NASA the benefit of the doubt about the seriousness of this malfunction (some would like to question the necessity of scrubbing the launch over a redundant sensor failing).
I've since grown too tall (6'4) to think of any time in space, but when columbia disentigrated, I was not. The accident made me reconsider my dreams, and an accident with Discovery would make the nation do the same thing, which would be a very bad thing.
I'm 15, and won't turn 16 until the school year is over. I am in AP Calculus. I did Geometry and Algebra II, which this survey focuses on, in 7th and 8th grade. (then I skipped 9, and had trig/pre-calc in 10th). I am a junior now.
A handsome, tough-looking boy of nine had popped up from behind the table and was menacing him with a toy automatic pistol, while his small sister, about two years younger, made the same gesture with a fragment of wood. Both of them were dressed in the blue shorts, grey shirts, and red neckerchiefs which were the uniform of the Spies. Winston raised his hands above his head, but with an uneasy feeling, so vicious was the boy's demeanour, that it was not altogether a game.
'You're a traitor!' yelled the boy. 'You're a thought-criminal! You're a Eurasian spy! I'll shoot you, I'll vaporize you, I'll send you to the salt mines!'
Suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting 'Traitor!' and 'Thought-criminal!' the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters. There was a sort of calculating ferocity in the boy's eye, a quite evident desire to hit or kick Winston and a consciousness of being very nearly big enough to do so. It was a good job it was not a real pistol he was holding, Winston thought.
Mrs Parsons' eyes flitted nervously from Winston to the children, and back again. In the better light of the living-room he noticed with interest that there actually was dust in the creases of her face.
'They do get so noisy,' she said. 'They're disappointed because they couldn't go to see the hanging, that's what it is. I'm too busy to take them. and Tom won't be back from work in time.'
'Why can't we go and see the hanging?' roared the boy in his huge voice.
'Want to see the hanging! Want to see the hanging!' chanted the little girl, still capering round.
I was there this summer, and they were installing some new dells (can't remember the exact specs, but they were nice, 19 inch lcds, etc) that ran linux. About half of the Engineering West computer lab machines were swapped from the old Windows machines to these dells.
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As much as I am disappointed in the delayed launch, I am willing to give NASA the benefit of the doubt about the seriousness of this malfunction (some would like to question the necessity of scrubbing the launch over a redundant sensor failing). I've since grown too tall (6'4) to think of any time in space, but when columbia disentigrated, I was not. The accident made me reconsider my dreams, and an accident with Discovery would make the nation do the same thing, which would be a very bad thing.
Apparently I did not refresh the thread before posting. /Not a slashdot nazi
this isn't really stomping the rights of the child since A) they are a minority and have very few rights as it is
Freudian Slip?
I'm 15, and won't turn 16 until the school year is over. I am in AP Calculus. I did Geometry and Algebra II, which this survey focuses on, in 7th and 8th grade. (then I skipped 9, and had trig/pre-calc in 10th). I am a junior now.
Slackers.
Ok... As the size of the pool approaches infinity, the percent bringing down the average approaches 49.99 percent.
General enough?
The mistakes on the ballot were the most talked about voting error, and also the least relevant.
I won't go on and on here, but google for "felon list" for more information about the real reason this is necessary.
Change the url from it.slashdot.org to shit.slashdot.org. Don't laugh, it works.
'Up with your hands!' yelled a savage voice.
A handsome, tough-looking boy of nine had popped up from behind the table and was menacing him with a toy automatic pistol, while his small sister, about two years younger, made the same gesture with a fragment of wood. Both of them were dressed in the blue shorts, grey shirts, and red neckerchiefs which were the uniform of the Spies. Winston raised his hands above his head, but with an uneasy feeling, so vicious was the boy's demeanour, that it was not altogether a game.
'You're a traitor!' yelled the boy. 'You're a thought-criminal! You're a Eurasian spy! I'll shoot you, I'll vaporize you, I'll send you to the salt mines!'
Suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting 'Traitor!' and 'Thought-criminal!' the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters. There was a sort of calculating ferocity in the boy's eye, a quite evident desire to hit or kick Winston and a consciousness of being very nearly big enough to do so. It was a good job it was not a real pistol he was holding, Winston thought.
Mrs Parsons' eyes flitted nervously from Winston to the children, and back again. In the better light of the living-room he noticed with interest that there actually was dust in the creases of her face.
'They do get so noisy,' she said. 'They're disappointed because they couldn't go to see the hanging, that's what it is. I'm too busy to take them. and Tom won't be back from work in time.'
'Why can't we go and see the hanging?' roared the boy in his huge voice.
'Want to see the hanging! Want to see the hanging!' chanted the little girl, still capering round.
Major, puzzles games and problem solving Minor, acting for non actors (did the skit on the last night)
I was there this summer, and they were installing some new dells (can't remember the exact specs, but they were nice, 19 inch lcds, etc) that ran linux. About half of the Engineering West computer lab machines were swapped from the old Windows machines to these dells.