I'm taking a break from my Math homework right now. I logged on to my Connect Math to complete the two modules that I had assigned to me. Well, logged on this morning and I had six items on the cue, not two. The teacher added four more assignments yesterday evening. I'm slightly overwhelmed, but I understand the concepts pretty well. It's probability, statistics, and a long section on percents. Pretty much all I did over the summer was fractions, fractions to percents, percents to fractions, fractions to decimals to percents, percents to fractions to decimals, etc. So that's well known ground. Probability I'm having issues with. My brain isn't quite grasping the whole bit about when factorials are needed after the initial 2C14 or 4P27. I'm having a hard time even explaining where I'm having issue- lol. Ah well. So, I probably shouldn't go into probability- guess Vegas is going to have to go on without me (it never had a chance anyway, mind you). I'd left my calculator in the truck last night, so I went and got it- and it's too cold to function at the moment. So I've got it sitting under my failing fan in my laptop. It's a mutualistic relationship: the Calculator is warmed up to a functioning temperature, the computer is cooled down by the ice pack that is my calculator. Remembering the whole 'I hit a deer last night' thing is crazy. I mean, the first time I hit a deer with a car it was a huge mess...
Observe- this is my Susuki Esteem after meeting with a 6 point buck. The car was [obviously] totaled. The radiator was smashed, the hood and quarter panel were crumpled, the headlight gone, the turn signal a mere memory. Inside the car was as bad as the outside. The windshield was still intact, but the rear-view mirror detached from it and landed under my gas pedal, my little purple buddy (for which this blog is named) was upside down in the passenger floor board, the airbags deployed (which burned my arm) and, in general, the car was just a mess.
Also Observe my 1996 Ford Ranger truck after a similar incident. The Deer was roughly the same size as the first one, I was going the same speed, and the situation was the same (In a curve at night, a deer jumps from the left side of the road to the right and doesn't make it.) I even hit the deer at the same point on the car as the first time.
The noticeable differences are that my airbags did not deploy (probably because they are faulty- but we're not going to dwell on that,) my hood is not crumpled, my mirror did not detach, the radiator is not smashed, and I did not spill my coffee. I mean, the hood isn't even warped, and my cracked windshield didn't break at the impact. The worst thing about this whole situation is that the headlight is going to cost about $200, and my grill (which is the only plastic on that vehicle) is smashed and will need replacing eventually. So in spite of the fact that my little truck isn't exactly thrilled by the whole situation, I'm still calling this one Deer 0, Truck 1. Still ain't happy about the scratches on the paint above the tire and on the passenger door- but it's an old truck that's working on being rusty anyway. (I really should sand the hood and paint something interesting on it...) My poor baby. I'm so sad.
Moral of this story: Buy a car that's made of metal- not that imported mess. Deer wrecks your Ford? Pop a new headlight in it, buy a metal grill, and get a tag that says 'SLAYER' so that all will know of your glorious victory. Deer wrecks your Susuki? Buy a Ford.
The worst part was the Impact. The impact of hitting a 160lb buck at 60 miles per hour- plus me putting the breaks on- it'll stop a car pretty fast. It's like it jerks your insides through your sternum. I don't know, I'm just irritated. I should probably go finish my homework.
The noticeable differences are that my airbags did not deploy (probably because they are faulty- but we're not going to dwell on that,) my hood is not crumpled, my mirror did not detach, the radiator is not smashed, and I did not spill my coffee. I mean, the hood isn't even warped, and my cracked windshield didn't break at the impact. The worst thing about this whole situation is that the headlight is going to cost about $200, and my grill (which is the only plastic on that vehicle) is smashed and will need replacing eventually. So in spite of the fact that my little truck isn't exactly thrilled by the whole situation, I'm still calling this one Deer 0, Truck 1. Still ain't happy about the scratches on the paint above the tire and on the passenger door- but it's an old truck that's working on being rusty anyway. (I really should sand the hood and paint something interesting on it...) My poor baby. I'm so sad.
Moral of this story: Buy a car that's made of metal- not that imported mess. Deer wrecks your Ford? Pop a new headlight in it, buy a metal grill, and get a tag that says 'SLAYER' so that all will know of your glorious victory. Deer wrecks your Susuki? Buy a Ford.
The worst part was the Impact. The impact of hitting a 160lb buck at 60 miles per hour- plus me putting the breaks on- it'll stop a car pretty fast. It's like it jerks your insides through your sternum. I don't know, I'm just irritated. I should probably go finish my homework.
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