My Pi Day

Happy Pi Day!

What a great day Pi Day is, especially this one. The weather was kind enough to provide a beautiful day, one suitable for t-shirts, allowing me to wear one of my pi shirts (I chose the blue one, with the pi made of 4,000+ digits, a gift from Lilly). In addition to it being gorgeous outside, I also got to enjoy Half-Priced Burger Wednesday. March 14th TOTALLY trumps February 14th. We just should move Valentine's Day to Pi Day and admit it. Besides, as the saying goes "Love is like pi: natural, irrational, and very important."

A note to my readers: many of you are without names. It's hard to tell stories about you when you don't have an appropriate pseudonym. Though I would like to publicly congratulate my wonderful summer roommate (maybe I'll call her "First Tigress" to put the pressure on a certain someone...) on getting an absolutely amazing job. I knew she would get it, but it's nice to see her so happy now that she knows too. I wuv her, with an Earth W.

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*** Below is just a stupid joke ***

My finance professor likes to tell jokes in class. When I write non-funny blogs, I think I might start putting in some of his jokes. If they're even worse than I think they are, let me know and I'll stop. Here's one he told about himself:
As a prestigious finance professor, he gets asked to participate in all sorts of things, and one thing he really wanted to do was be on the board of a new research institute. So when asked, he jumped at the chance, but had to interview with the Director, because several other prestigious finance professors wanted to do it too (and they wanted diversity). So in the interview, things were going well, and randomly, very quickly, the interviewer asked, "What's 3 times 7?" My professor said "22" and kept going with the interview. He realized it was a mistake soon after blurting out the wrong answer, but the interviewer didn't seem to mind and just kept taking notes as he listened to answers to more important questions.

My professor went home and told his wife he blew the interview by missing a stupid question and oh well. He didn't think much of it, but later got a call asking him to accept the position. He of course did. At the grand opening reception that was held for all the people involved, my professor saw the man he interviewed with and decided to ask him about the botched question. He asked, "Do you remember my interview?"
"Yes, of course."
"Do you remember asking me what 3 times 7 is?"
"Yes, we asked everybody that question."
"Do you remember my answer?"
"Yes, in fact, I wrote it down."
"Well...not to sound ungrateful, but how did I get this job?"
To which the Director replied, "Oh, that's very easy! Of all the finance professors we asked, you were the closest."