I installed a little hack last night that tracks “new” posts/comments. If you have been here since I installed the hack, you’ll see a little “new” icon right next to the title. It should also work for comments, though nobody’s commented since I installed the hack, so I don’t know if it works or not.

Anyway, I’ve got a couple of minutes here, so I thought I’d tell a little tale of when I was just a young pup. I couldn’t have been more than eight years old (since I know that this particular episode occurred at Togo school) in fact, I think I was probably six or seven. The teacher gave us an assignment to do from our math book, then went to work with one of the other grades. I suppose it helps to know that there were K-3(?) in one classroom and grades 4-6 in the other…Anyway… Part way through the assignment, the question instructed us to “draw a table” with the following instructions telling us what to put in the table. None of us knew why we were supposed to draw a table for a math exercise, but after giggling about it a bit, we did it. (Oh, also, there were only 6 kids in my grade.) We each drew our own rendition of a kitchen table - some with a 3d perspective, some with 2d. I think I even drew a place setting complete with plate, knife and fork. In order to complete the next part, we each drew the kind of table that was actually required, without really knowing that what we were drawing was also a table.

I’m sure the teacher got quite a kick out of marking our assignments…

Simpson’s quote of the day: “That’s it? Hey, relax man! It could end up being the best thing that ever happened to ya. I got held back in the fourth grade myself, twice! Look at me man! Now I drive the school bus!” - Otto