Welcome to my blog. You'll see soon that us penguins lead very interesting lives. Enjoy!

Meet the Prof

Ardant walks up to me with a gleam in his eye, and an odd expression on his face. "Hey Pengie, what's up?" he says. But I know better than this. I've been with him long enough to realize that when he approaches me and talks to me, he has something in mind. I eye him warily, and put down my food for long enough hear him out.

"I ... uhh... need someone to ... uhh help me do a few things..." he stammers. He whines about his workload and how he has no time to do anything anymore. He gripes about his assignments. I shoot him the "So what do you want?" look. And the resulting conversation went something like this:

Ardant: Well, I need someone to do my java assignment for me.

Pengie: Java? I don't program, and if I would, I wouldn't touch Java.

Ardant: But everyone else's stuffed penguins are doin...

Pengie: (interrupting) ... I don't program.

Ardant: Well, it's either Java or going to Calculus lecture for me.

And so I ended up going to a Calculus lecture. And I tried learning something. At first Ardant wanted me to take notes for him, but the prospect of dragging a 2-inch binder to lecture and back wasn't very inviting. So instead, I just decided to sit in class, and listen.

I met the prof. He's a very nice guy. After lecture, I approached him in the hopes of finding out the answer to a few burning Calculus questions:

1. What is Calculus all about?
2. Why can't I fly?

His response (which I don't think answered my questions):

The Prof: Oh my! What a cute penguin you are!

I am not cute! I am a stuffed penguin! Why does everyone call me cute? Anyway. The prof continued to answer my questions, but I really didn't understand him. Oh, and I even got a picture taken with him (he insisted -- I guess he's never seen a penguin ask about Calculus before).

I'm still looking for the answer to the question that's become the mystery of my life: why can't I fly? Please, if someone knows, please please let me know? Until someone tells me, I guess I'll have to go around asking Ardant's profs. I'm starting to like this university thing. It sure beats sitting around on an alarm clock all day long.

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[ November 7th 2001 03:00 | 0 responses | Add Comments ]