Humor will not be tolerated!! -Portia

Portia wrote:

Emiliana wrote:

Portia wrote:Where's your 99th percentile on standardized testing get you now?!

I ask myself this question on almost a daily basis.

Well, I do get to perpetuate the system and groom up-and-coming high school juniors to take a meaningless, narrow exam, for fun and profit! So they too can forget to go click a virtual box a few weeks too late.

(It's the ciiiiircle of liiiife...)

Not exactly related, bit it reminded me of this article called Regrets of an Accomplished Child. http://www.nytimes.com/2012/11/04/educa ... share&_r=0

Zedability wrote:

Portia wrote:http://theboard.byu.edu/questions/70035/

That is, of course, east of campus. Mountains=east.

*facepalm*...

It's okay. You're from Canada.

Defy V wrote:

Zedability wrote:

Portia wrote:http://theboard.byu.edu/questions/70035/

That is, of course, east of campus. Mountains=east.

*facepalm*...

It's okay. You're from Canada.

I'm pretty sure we still have cardinal directions in Canada. But that actually is probably why; where I'm from, the mountains are west.

Zedability wrote:I'm pretty sure we still have cardinal directions in Canada.

Hey, if you go far enough north, it's all south.

Portia wrote:Where's your 99th percentile on standardized testing get you now?!

Maybe, just maybe, there is a better way to define yourself than by standardized testing percentiles.

Katya wrote:

Portia wrote:Where's your 99th percentile on standardized testing get you now?!

Maybe, just maybe, there is a better way to define yourself than by standardized testing percentiles.

Join a High IQ Society! Quite un-Wikipedia-like, that RationalWiki link is extremely sarcastic.

Katya wrote:

Portia wrote:Where's your 99th percentile on standardized testing get you now?!

Maybe, just maybe, there is a better way to define yourself than by standardized testing percentiles.

I wish the Texas State legislature agreed with you.

Emergency! My aunt invited people over for me to hang out with tonight, bless her heart. But I don't know them and I am bad at social situations to start with and my aunt just left so she isn't around to defuse the situation...or see my embarassment, I guess.

It is not an emergency any of you can help with, since whatever happens will happen. It is just an emergency of my heart.

also this is a note to self to split thebtopic when i have a real computer. so, tonorrow.

we are not allowed to have too many on topoc posts in a rowbyou guys.

/kindle typing without editing

And then sometimes I have to put my earphones in and play music really loudly so I don't have to listen to someone on the next computer playing a dramatic story about people dying. There's a reason why I always leave the room/close the door when you're watching crime shows, Marduk's mom!

The awesome moment when you've finished all your work for the day, so you spend your last hour getting paid to watch Arrested Development.

Story time:
My companion and I were doing our English tracting. Meaning, we wandered around and put tracts for the free English classes in mailboxes. As we were going down a street putting tracts in boxes, we saw a small apartment complex with a superintendent (kind of. A “guanliyuan”) out in the office guarding the gate to get in.

There were some guanliyuans who would let us put the flyers in the mailboxes of their apartment complexes (or dalous) if you asked, or at least let you put a stack of them out on the counter for residents to grab if they were interested.

So we pull up at this dalou, and since I was new, I just start putting these little flyers in the mailboxes. My companion starts on the other side. After we get probably 15 of the 30 done, the guanliyuan notices us and starts signaling at us to stop. My companion starts explaining to him what we’re doing, but then the guy starts trying to sign to us, as if he’s deaf.

Granted, we both started to trust him about it because he wouldn’t talk. But we’re still a little wary. He walks out of his little office and grabs all the English tracts out of the mailboxes and throwing them at us and on the ground. My companion starts to get defensive and picks them up. The man kind of ignores him, but waves and points at his own ears every time my companion talks.

My companion was standing directly behind him.

At about this point, the guanliyuan’s friend shows up and starts calling his name. The guanliyuan turns around to look at the guy, and talks to him. Mr. Guanliyuan waves frantically at him to get him to stop talking. Mr. Friend says “Why are you acting so weird? What’s wrong?” Mr. Guanliyuan mumbles “Later.” Or some equivalent to his friend. His friend gets all confused and is like “umm… okay? Weirdo.”

We walk away as Mr. Friend walks into Mr. Guanliyuan’s office. We get on our bikes and ride away to the sounds of two friends laughing together and chatting from the building behind us.

Many confused looks were exchanged that day.

Is there ever a non-latin phrase use of the word "quo" that isn't preceded by "status?"

'Status' comes from Latin, too, though.

Marduk wrote:Is there ever a non-latin phrase use of the word "quo" that isn't preceded by "status?"

Edit: Reading comp fail.

"This quote has the word 'quo' in it."

mic0 wrote:'Status' comes from Latin, too, though.

Comes from, but isn't.

Marduk wrote:Is there ever a non-latin phrase use of the word "quo" that isn't preceded by "status?"

This is the best the OED can do:

quo, n. - In conjunction with quid: an action performed or thing given in return for something else, or in expectation of some return. Cf. quid pro quo phr. 2.

1939 S. de Madariaga Christopher Columbus xii. 136 The contractual sense, that attitude which sees every event of life as a transaction and expects and demands a definite quid for every quo.

2007 Herald (Glasgow) (Nexis) 17 Apr. 12 According to protesters, the prospect of a student village in the neighbourhood of Glasgow's biggest university is not enough of a quid to go with the quo.

And I'm actually going to say that doesn't count, because it's just idiom-breaking of quid pro quo. What prompts the question?

My word processor told me that "quo" wasn't a word. I was like "is so! Like, the status quo! Or....or......"

Ah.