<p>applicannot wrote:</p>
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<p>There’s an algorithm that’s similar to the long division algorithm in that you start with a “guess” and refine the “guess” at each step. The algorithm is based on the fact that</p>
<p>(a+b)^2 = a^2 + 2ab + b^2</p>
<p>It’s long and tedious and even more error prone for ordinary people than the long division algorithm is.</p>
<p>We still have those danged speakers. H refuses to part with them.</p>
<ol>
<li>I don’t</li>
<li>Me neither</li>
<li>I do</li>
<li>No idea</li>
<li>I have</li>
<li>agree</li>
<li>agree</li>
<li>no way</li>
<li>aren’t counselors through schools or in counseling companies?</li>
<li>me neither</li>
</ol>
<p>So maybe you’re not as old-fashioned as you think, considering that I agreed with you on about half the things and am a high school student.</p>
<p>“Most every college town had an art movie house. A theater that ran a different movie every day. I think the advent of movies on tape killed most of them.”</p>
<p>I realize I am late to answer this, but boy do I remember that. I once sat through a double feature of Lawrence of Arabia and A Man for all Seasons. What a marathon! Of course, remember double features?</p>
<p>I once had a summer job feeding computer cards to a giant computer, long before the advent of PCs. I also remember paying someone to type my thesis because I was such a horrible typist and the whiteout took over the page.</p>
<p>Oh and Blue Nun Liebfraumilch and Lancer’s Vin Rose for “special occasions” Gallo Hearty Burgundy until we all boycotted Gallo for the United Farm Workers. To this day, I reflexively avoid Gallo (well, for many reasons…)</p>
<p>I also remember having a student protest in law school when the tuition hit the $5,000 mark. Oh, those were the days…</p>
<p>Oh my,
I suddenly had a flashback to cheap wine commercials…</p>
<p>“Did you ever meet, anyone, who did’t like Mateus?”</p>
<p>We thought it was the good stuff, since it wasn’t Gallo!</p>
<p>I remember my roommate and I cutting our t shirts to look like the girl on the movie “Flashdance”.
We lugged our clothes down to the laundry room and did our homework while waiting. Today, some school’s laundry rooms will text you when the load is done.
Yes, I remember using “microfiche”.</p>
<p>Oh yes, Mateus Rose was the tops. That’s how you could tell it was a classy event. :D</p>
<p>Pinball machine in the dorm lobby. I think my (future) husband was addicted.</p>
<p>^Our pinball machine was in the basement. That’s where I met my husband. :)</p>
<p>Ski trips to Mammouth Mountain. Boda bags with cheap wine. No ski pants instead would “Scotchguard” a pair of jeans. Use a redwood hot tub at the condo with about 30 people in it.</p>
<p>I made friends with the IEEE treasurer and was able to convince him to put “Tab” in the EE student lounge :-).</p>
<p>Today’s students don’t have to deal with a draft. It consumed our existance. Your college career could be over based on what number you drew in a lottery.</p>
<ol>
<li><p>Draft lottery in 1972 - single digit number.</p></li>
<li><p>Draft physical in early 1973, consisting of two boards from my hometown. It was old home week as we all ended up at a bar on the corner called the Bat Lounge. Passed, meaning 1A classification.</p></li>
<li><p>Draft moratorium January through June 1973.</p></li>
<li><p>All volunteer army end of June of 1973 - free at last. Thank you Richard M. Nixon.</p></li>
</ol>
<p>This brings back so many memories…
Saturday classes
SUNY schools operated “ln loco parentis” - restrictions in place of your parents
Curfew for first semester my freshman year-Su-Thursday - midnight, 2 AM Friday/Saturday -changed because of bad car crash w/fatalities with students racing back to make curfew
20 late minutes a semester-if you had more than 20-went to housing court-where your “punishment” might consist of making signs about using the laundry room
service time-everyone had dorm service-sorting mail-dorm receptionist
no men allowed upstairs-except for special visiting time-“man in the hall” if maintenance man or someone’s father was there-lived in first co-ed dorm the year I graduated
TV lounge-no one had their own TV- a big deal was your stereo with speakers and clock radio
hall phone and then phones in the room-local or on campus calls
calling collect on Sundays-spoke to your family 1x a week
typed papers on manual typewriter
microfiche and Reader’s Guide to Periodical Literature
registration in the field house, dept to dept to collect punch cards to be turned in to get your schedule
student air fare -50% discount -flew from Syracuse to NYC for $8.00 on American Airlines</p>
<ul>
<li><p>Pop-up videos and TBS (cable for that matter) were new. Videos were shown for about 1.5 hours on Friday nights. Only televisions were in common rooms.</p></li>
<li><p>The big speakers faced out onto the quad.</p></li>
<li><p>Racquetball was the rage.</p></li>
<li><p>Quarters in the washers and dryers.</p></li>
<li><p>One pay phone in the hallway and there was a common bathroom/shower</p></li>
<li><p>Hot Pots with Oodles of Noodles</p></li>
<li><p>Ordering a pizza to be delivered to a dorm room number that didn’t exist, then offering to pay the delivery guy half price since it was waste now anyway!</p></li>
<li><p>Toga parties</p></li>
</ul>
<p>Rocky Horror Picture Show.</p>
<p>Didn’t take math or science after tenth grade and got in to a top LAC.</p>
<p>Parents dropped off the student and then went off campus for dinner themselves or headed home. No parents events planned. No summer orientation.</p>
<p>Lambrusco, sangria, Christian Brothers wines. Beer sold by the pitcher in the Rathskellar.</p>
<p>A bar that had nickel draft once a week and since we were eighteen it was perfectly legal to take advantage of such a bargain. A dollar went a long way back in the day.</p>