Handy Knowledge

They teach you the handiest information in college:

The indoor flush toilet was invented by Sir Thomas Crapper.

No nice Victorian would ever say "leg."

Alfred Nobel left $9 million for prizes for peace promoting people; therefore, the Nobel Peace Prize. I'd be happy to promote peace.

I have just finished organizing and typing up my history notes. What a chore!! My teacher bounced around like a rubber ball at times, just throwing facts at us. I think I organized them chronologically but if I didn't, who am I to know?

I will admit that I have learned more about history in the four months that I've been in this class than I did in all eight years of grade school. It's really a shame that I wasn't taught more of this stuff but being a normal child, I really didn't care if my teachers taught me history or not. Well, actually, yes I did. I didn't want them to because it was so much easier that way.

I'm struggling with uncharitable feelings right now. For the last test, I had helped out two of my classmates by sending them my notes after I had typed them up. Now this time, they both basically demanded that I send them my notes again. Why is it so hard for me to help them out again? Because they both skipped some class (maybe thinking they could depend on me for the information)? Because they just take for granted that they can reap the benefits of my hard work? Probably. I keep reminding myself that someday it might be me asking for help.