I had a doctors note, an understanding professor, a 30% attendance rate and High Distinction grades.
My professor didn’t even need to do anything for me other than just be ok that I couldn’t come to class and let me try anyway. I was able to study hard enough at home to get it done.
Sometimes students have different needs.
i was assured by the disability officer at uni that if i was registered with them i wouldn’t need to get a medical certificate every time i was sick so i didn’t which was cool with my arts prof but my psych prof said actually we have our own rules and the disability unit has no actual power so you’ll now either have to get the certificates backdated (which is illegal) or get a stat dec
One of my favorite thing I’ve learned about animals studies is that you should avoid using colorful leg bands when you’re banding birds because you can accidentally completely skew the data because female birds prefer males with colorful bands
Apparently if you put a red band on a male red wing blackbird his harem size can double
So like you can completely frick up the natural reproduction of a group of birds by giving a guy a bracelet so stylish that females CANNOT resist him
Fun fact my grandpa was in the Air Force but only because he cheated his way in
So he did a great job with everything all along the way, until he hit got to his marksmanship test.
Now, my grandpa is a great shot. The catch is, he’s left-handed. And the people administering the test did not like that and insisted he shoot righty.
Naturally, he sucked at it. But he had a few tricks up his sleeve. And by tricks, I do mean a pencil.
When my grandpa went up to retrieve his target, the man pulled out a pencil, stabbed a bunch of holes in the center, and called it a day.
The grift worked, he passed with flying colors, and he began a 30+ year career as an Air Force engineer, helping design the B-2 Bomber, and being a general badass.
Also, he’s led me to believe he knows information about aliens, and the man would never joke about something like that.
People are asking about the alien thing. All I know is that my grandpa had access to confidential information and absolutely no sense of humor. He has learned classified secrets and he would never pull a prank. When my mom and her sisters were kids, they once joked about if aliens are real, and he stopped them in their tracks to sternly tell them that they never, ever, ever are to joke about that again.
I woke up less than an hour ago to hissing and barking. I then heard my bluetick coonhound jump down from the bed and felt the tabby cat run up my spine and sit on my head. (Normally, my dog and cat will compete for bed real estate to be closer to my face/head. Usually, it is a rather quiet event. ) The dog was still agitated, and I told her in a half-mumble to go to her crate. She didn’t. She kept barking as the cat hissed and jumped to the window sill. I then turned on my lamp that was almost knocked down in the process to see just what was going on.
“It is early morning, damnit! I want to get some sleeeeeeeepoooooooholyshit!”
My cat was not a cat. It was a large scared raccoon.
