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Me too. I don't remember having it during college at all. (I had nightmares about getting sucked into the radiator instead. No drugs involved.) It's the kind of dream where I don't remember it really when I wake up; instead I have a vague memory that I signed up for a French (or advanced math) class in college (or even high school) and never went and tried to take the final anyway and failed. If I think about it I know that never happened, though. So thanks for bringing this up.

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I didn't think about the racial implications of a swimming test, but I was happy to see a physical/endurance test that favored women because their higher body fat percentage makes them more buoyant and better insulated. All those cut guys had to work a lot harder to keep themselves from sinking like stones.

tm

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Me three.

I think the dream was kept deeply suppressed during college by hormones when I was sober and alchohol and drugs when I was not.

Now, the dream has surfaced again, and every few months I have it.

Why can't I relive the times I've forgotten instead?

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Didja ever babysit one of those toddlers who didn't want to do something and just flopped around like the bones had disappeared from their body, so they couldn't be made to go anywhere? That's Jessica.

Please, someone rescue that poor sweet boy she's married to.

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(Hi E/O!) Only one black person would even get into the pool for gym class in HS (about 1/4 black), which doesn't really answer your question. Not sure why.

Now that I think about it, the requirement was for the student to tread water for a certain amount of time, fully clothed, while holding a brick over his/her head. Maybe that's why. B/c it was insane. I'm not sure why I didn't find this ridiculous at the time.

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Me four, and I was a classic ween who rarely skipped a class. What the hell is wrong with all of us?

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I don't smoke, but do have a lovely silver cigarette case that I use as a wallet. It stylishly holds my credit card, ID, ATM and cash in a nice neat package. Get lots of compliments on it.

If I did smoke I would certainly want one for my cigarettes. Tres chic. Of course, then I would need a stylish lighter as well, not the pack of matches from the 7-11 or the cheesy bic.

So, what do stylish smokers use these days?

Anne
Too bad they had to take down the Zippo tricks website.

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Well my stylish gay friend uses a butane lighter that was purchased for him by a clever, straight, reality-tv-loving gal pal. It is in the shape of a man's torso and pelvis region. And when you light it the penis lights up (under the tight trunks that cover the region). Tres chic. Tres classy.

Also available in female anatomy version, for those who were wondering (TITS light up).

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I am unsure about the case. But a gas station somewhere on 290 between Austin and Houston (I think it was in Giddings) had a lighter that was a little pig. When you pushed his hat back, flame shot out of his nostrils. I will let you imagine where the valve was for refills. I would've bought it had I not quit smoking recently. Very sophisticated.

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How did the Jews do?

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I had to write two essays for final exams in two separate classes in my major. However, the essay topic was so broad that I wrote one essay and turned it in to both classes. Unfortunately, the two professors were friends and helped grade each other's essays. I got a call from one of the professors, who seemed to imply that it was dishonest of me to submit the same paper to both classes. I didn't (and still don't) see anything ethically wrong about it: It was my original work and it addressed both essay topics. Granted, it was lazy, but not unethical. Anyway, I told them as much (goddamn embyronic attorneys), but they wouldn't buy it, and they demanded their own essays. I said fine, put on a pot of coffee, smoked a pack of cigarettes and blazed out another 25 page essay that night, and got my typical B's. But I'm still bitter that it didn't work.

Flinty

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I think I did that and it did work. I slightly reworked it. Had forgotten. Didn't get caught, but it wasn't in my major (or at least one wasn't).

Of course, I may only have had a dream about it and now it's turned into a vague memory.

I have several cigarette cases from my smoking days. They are all silver (in colour if not in material) and of varying designs. Most of them are pretty simple, because people who know me well enough to buy me a cigarette case know I prefer clean lines on things.

I also have some very nice lighters. Again most of them are silver. The most interesting one I have is in a heart shape if you look at it from the top. What makes it interesting is the person who bought it didn't realize it was a heart shape, and neither do most people. I guess because you aren't normally looking straight down at a lighter, but rather see it from an angle.

The problem with cigarette cases is no one else uses them so it would always attract a lot of attention when I would go to get a cigarette. Same with nice lighters.

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The OddMan had to do something like this in special forces assessment. He can swim just fine.

I would think it's experiential. If you lived where there were pools or water, you swim. I don't think it has anything to do with anything else, now that colored people are not barred from using the same pools as white people. The Bahamians and Californians in his family swim; the Alabama family, not so much.

Even(kisses, Coltrane!)Odds

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I guarantee you that not one of them did (though we voted to give one guy a B+ because he actually appeared able to make sense out of his stolen class notes and had some coherent translations). The prof graded them in front of us.