"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
num1 = int(input ("Enter a positive integer: ")) if num1< 5: if num1 <= 0: print (num1, "is out of range") else: print (num1, " is a small value.") elseif: num1 = 5 print (num1, "is a medium value. ") else: #num1 > 5 print (num1, "This is a large value. ")
Doing a teeny bit of programming homework...
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"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
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[students 1 and 2 enter noisily gossiping 3 and 4 enter pushing each other]
Teacher: [glares at students] Sit down, and be quiet while I put you in alphabetical order.
[Student 1 and 2 begin chatting]
Student 1: [smiles] What did you do over the weekend?
Student 2: Well, I went to my grandma's house and baked some cookies.
Teacher: [impatiently taps pen against clipboard] I said quiet. I will be putting you into alphabetical order momentarily.
Student 1 and 2: [looks at each other and stops talking]
[Students 3 and 4 start arguing about something]
Student 3: 4 get out of my seat!
Student 4: [looks at 3] Nope it’s mine now. [laughs like a minion]
Teacher: This is your first and only warning. Eyes forward, I will give you both a detention if this continues.
[students 3 and 4 continue glaring at each other]
Teacher: 4 sit here. 3 here. 2 here. 1 here. This will be your seating arrangement for the remainder of the trimester, so get comfortable.
[the students sit at their assigned desks]
Teacher: Our lesson today is over poetry. I will read some of this poem by “Edgar Allen Poe” and you will fill out these worksheets. [brandishes worksheets] 1 can you hand these out? [says pointedly] [1 hands out the worksheets, folding 2’s paper into an airplane and landing it on their desk]
2: haha so cool
Teacher: That’s enough 1 sit down.
1: {smirks at two]
Teacher: [starts reading, importantly] ‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.”’
Student 3: [wads paper into a ball and throws it at 4’s head]
Student 4: [becomes outraged] THAT'S IT- [starts tossing things at 3]
[Students 1 and 2 just start laughing and watching them]
Teacher: That is it. Detention for all of you! Sort this out after school.
[i am still working on the skit i apparrently last copied this into a group document for editing]
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