<p>In one class, I was trying to get my final project printed out in color. I told the group I was in that I would take care of the collaboration and printing. Realizing the morning before it was due that I did not have a color printer, I rushed to the library to get it printed out. I still had 2 hours left. It's all good right? I save my files somewhere on the Internet so that they can grab it and print it for me. I go there and they say "I'm sorry but we can only accept burnt CD's, floppies, or place the files on the school network, blah blah blah." I'm like *** so I run back to my apartment (luckily only a 15-20 minute trip). Breathing fast, I burn two files into a CD. I go back there. Another 15-20 minute trip. I realize as soon as they put it in that I forgot to put a file on it. I get frustrated and then have to go burn a new CD at my apartment. Another 30 minutes or so. I finally arrive there again with the right files, but then they end up taking like forever to print the **** out. So I realize I am already late to turn it in. So I'm pretty ****ed about it all. They finally give it to me like after 30 more minutes and I run to class as fast as possible. I arrive in the classroom panting and sweating. Luckily the professor was a nice guy about it all. So lesson for the day is, don't forget all of the files...</p>
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Four students walked in halfway through American history test my father was giving at the local community college. "Sorry," they said, "we had a flat tire." An understanding man, Dad said that if they could answer just one question correctly, he would give them each an 'A" for the exam. The students agreed. So my father handed each one a piece of paper, placed them in four separate corners and said, "Write down which tire was flat."
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<p>That is classic.</p>