A time to laugh, a time to weep

Like any good Irishman, I'm going to get the weeping out of the way first.

With that out of the way, and a glass raised to the fallen, it's time for a laugh. A friend send me these on Tuesday and I couldn't help chuckling each time I thought of them, and thought of how much I wished I'd had the balls to use something similar on a test. For some reason my high school thought I needed to know trigonometry and the University of North Carolina had this warped impression that calculus would assist me later in life.

Here's an equation for them: (Journalist) + (calc)/time = purple (Yeah, didn't make sense to me either.)

On to the funnies. Can you imagine the teacher laughing as s/he graded this?

I wonder if this involved a chat with little Johnnie's parents about gender roles and the equality of the sexes? Of course, it is a math problem.

It could happen, sleeping with the boss' wife is definitely grounds for termination at my company. Not that I would.

Now here's a math teacher with a sense of humor.

Math is suppose to be literal. This could be a nominee for a Fields Medal.

I'm not one for the maudlin and I believe life if for the living and would rather look forward than back.

However, it doesn't hurt to take a moment to remember the secretaries, stockbrokers, janitors, flight attendants, reporters, cops, firefighters, soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines who went to work on a day not too different from today, expecting it to be just like any other, but never knowing someone had other plans.