can someone explain to me the logic of wanting so much transparency on Barack Obama?
All I can see is a combination of racist intentions and a desire to put Obama on a rhetorical defensive during the 2012 campaign. In other words, I view it as a politician’s desires to manipulate the ignorance of the masses in his or her (or maybe their) favor.
Why the hell do people want academic records? Why do people question Obama’s legitimacy in getting into Harvard? It’s a private university for crying out loud—they have the power to choose who they want to admit—there doesn’t necessarily have to be a blanket standard applied to everyone—they’re free to make exceptions, as long as it’s a part of their admissions policy.
Moreover, what the hell does going to Harvard have to do with the presidency? It’s not an explicit requirement. I mean, even if it happened to be that he had horrible grades in community college, he proved his worth at Harvard by becoming the president of a prestigious legal society there, and by obtaining his degree in the first place.
As a freshman, I remember looking to senior year [and my expected enrollment in AP Calculus], and thought “damn, this calculus business must be some hard ass math,” sort of like the holy grail of what you could possibly learn as far as mathematics went. I kept hearing complicated words from upperclassmen (derivatives, limits, integration), and it only served to heighten and freighten my expectations.
When I got to Calculus, I found out it was nowhere near as complicated as I thought it would be. It was still hard of course, but it was definitely doable.
As far as the “holy grail” thing goes, boy was I wrong. LOL.
When put into perspective against the stuff UCLA’s (or any college’s) math throws at you, that shit’s beyond easy.
At the same time, math in general is becoming more and more enjoyable..somehow. That’s scary of me to say now that I think of it, but it’s true. My multi-variable calculus midterm is tomorrow, and I’m actually having moderate fun solving problems.
I’m becoming wayyyy too nerdy for my own good, lmao.
We’re learning a total of four pieces this week, and I have to study for my multi-variable calculus midterm on Friday, then massive catching up for the weekend on m other classes.
That schedule repeats next week, except with my linear algebra midterm (which I’m deathly scared for) and a take-home Italian midterm consisting of 5-6 essays, in place of my calculus midterm. Dance-wise, we’re blocking and cleaning all of the pieces in preparation for Ultimate Brawl on Saturday (April 5th).
The following week is hell-week for Battle Royale (Thursday, May 2nd), with possible round 2 of midterms starting in the form of my 2nd Physics midterm the following day after Battle.
my friend next to me is doing it and he says its easy! and the boy in front of me from dance group EVO at ucr is doing a math ahead of you. idk him. i see his sweater. and hes kinda cute.. mehe. HES SMARTERRER THAN YOU IN MATH. it looks hard. ):
lol yeah, it’s probably cause he’s taken it in high school, and lots of people actually do math ahead of me if they’re in the sciences, but there’s no real rush to finish it first. it’s mostly because my professor is horrible at explaining these concepts, or at least i have a really hard time understanding him.
i haven’t seen most of this before, so it’s hard to wrap around my head at first.
I’m gonna see some happy-ass, complacent people strolling around. Everybody’s gonna be in an elevated [yet relaxed] mood.
Meh, I’m one of those guys who prefers “hard-earned” happiness to the kind that’s induced by smoking weed. It’s real, after all. None of that artificial shiz.
It’s not that I’m looking down on smoking weed—lots of people who I consider good friends actually smoke (and subsequently have certain plans tomorrow)—it’s just I don’t feel doing that would make my life any better.
Lying in bed, I’ve begun to see a pattern in that my dreams are nothing but abstract and random variations of the day’s events and thoughts. I guess that’s how my brain stores memories. Those medical journals were right.
Even more interestingly, if I have a dream about a girl, I tend to have a much stronger attraction to her in the following day. I wasn’t thinking about her at all last night, yet when I woke up (and especially when I saw her today), she was all-of-a-sudden beyond gorgeous—it was pretty rediculous, and it’s not the first time it’s happened, either. These attractions don’t last more than a day, however.
Tonight, I predict my dreams to combine matrices, vector equations and derivatives, pressure wave mechanics, and swag/gangster choreography, all in one abstract, colorful, and nonsensical mess.
Time and time again, something close to me always shatters, and guess what? It’s always you. With frustration, I hastily reassemble you as accurately as I can remember, but there’s always a shard or two in the wrong position, even though my then-current assumptions judge[d] such placement to be right.
Regardless, I’ve become quite the expert at fixing you, however cracks are beginning to appear from the constant wear-and-tear.
I constantly refer to you when fixing minor flaws here and there, but the reflection you give me isn’t always complete, nor accurate for that matter.
Sometimes you give me a false, arrogant sense of self-confidence, other times you lead me to underestimate and criticize myself. You confuse and disorient me, yet I still, for some reason, rely on you.
Perhaps it’s I place more faith in myself and put you away for awhile.
False. False. FALSE. It takes so much athletic ability to be a good cheerleader. It takes strength & balance & lots of energy. If you’re talking about cheerleading at games, yeah I guess you could say that. But don’t you dare say competitive cheerleading is easy. Cheerleaders…
It’s all about perception. I’ll respect your opinion, but I’d have to disagree. Sports are loosely defined as competitive events, and cheerleading does, in fact, have it’s own competitions (eg. who has the best or most innovative routine, best technique, etc.). As for the physical aspect, it’s not immediately evident, but the psychological aspect of facing opponents and seeing others’ routines can affect your performance, tactics, and overall outlook on competition. Intimidation could make you nervous and make you mess-up more often, or not go for that jump as hard as you normally would, so yes, in a sense, it can affect you physically—just not directly.
Anything that involves some sort of competition is technically a sport, and that has been the agreed-upon convention for hundreds of years, if I remember correctly.
And I’d have to disagree with your comparisons to sandwich-making, because it leads to implications and understatements that you yourself probably didn’t intend to make. I didn’t think much of it in high school, but seeing the cheerleaders here at UCLA (and the stunts they do) makes you realize just how athletic & skilled they have to be at their craft.
I came across this excerpt in one of my readings, and I feel it strongly applies to modern day affairs. It’s a testimony of a brigand (or mercenary) leader captured by the Italian military during the days of mass insurrection in the early 1860s:
This is our fate!—one brigand leader exclaimed to the military tribunal—The signori are the root of this evil business, but we are the ones who pay the price: but what does it matter anyway, since that was why we were born.
Replace the word signori with whatever you feel fits the context of today’s events.