Computer Science: Friday

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*Question is asleep at his desk. It looks like he passed out in the middle of doing something. There is a pen in his hand and a notepad tucked underneath his other arm. There are notes from the previous classes writ up on the whiteboard, including wild scribbles with aliens and 1's and 0's.

If he were awake, he would be muttering about something awful being in The Closet. He would also be asking what, exactly do you people not know in this class? Seriously, you are too smart for 1A.

But, he is asleep.

On the projection screen: 'Write a program in Java that will take inventory of various items, such as computers and their accessories, and then write the same program into as many languages as you know. Wake the Question up before class is out.'

There is also a massive tarantula on Question's head. She looks positively comfortable with her perch on Q's head, and will not like being touched.*

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*MP tiptoes in, settles in at her computer, stretches, and proceeds*

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*Question mumbles something about flouride and satellites, but does not wake up.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

On her way out, Parker wakes up the teacher, as requested. "Mr. Q? Here's my programming. I think I made a couple mistakes in java, I keep getting error messages, even though it runs.

Have a good weekend!"

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*Question shudders and then almost lets a fork fly before he catches himself*

Geh? I'll look over it.

Don't let yourself be caught by the cops, and don't eat the blue fish.

Have a nice weekend.

[macanaut.livejournal.com]

Mac sat down and got the program up and running quickly. Java was one of the languages she previous experience with (and boy did she make some money off that experience).

Before leaving, she placed a disk with the saved program, a hardcopy, and a note asking if CompSci people needed their computer equipment inspected, because if so, it might be easier if Mr.Q just come by her room.

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*Question stirs a bit, and the tarantula re-adjusts herself as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice that she is one on his head.*

Hnn? Wha? Oh. *looks at the note*

Everyone needs to be inspected. Will *yawn* come by later. Be in your room at 8PM or later.

*flops down again, back to sleep.*