engineer grade

This would always be my favorite plate.

I poured my whole heart and soul in making this thinking I’ll get 100.

Guess what? I didn’t. I got 90 instead and it broke my heart, since then, I stopped pouring my devotion into it.

The moral lesson of the story is, we must develop our intrinsic goal rather than extrinsic ones. What I mean is that we must put passion into what we are doing because we are happy that we are learning things, not because we need to ace the subject and get that A+. We must remember that you could work very hard and give everything you have – and lose.

The Peragus Mining Facility was the only supplier of shipping-grade engine fuel to the Kwymar sector. It was installed in the Peragus asteroid field as a second attempt at siphoning Peragian fuel after the first one resulted in the near-destruction of the planet Peragus II and was itself an Asteroid. The project was possibly endorsed by G0-T0 during contract negotiations for the Telosian restoration efforts, as he attempted to force the Republic to turn to shipping fuel from Peragus rather than buying it from the Hutts, which he deemed as a suicidal business venture. Here Citadel Station had its main fuel source until the facility was sabotaged and destroyed in the Skirmish at Peragus II as Darth Sion chased Meetra Surik on the Republic warship Harbinger in 3951 BBY.

I just realized there was a Salmonid field guide yesterday and am still surprised by the little bits of cultural(?) info about ‘em

•They inhabit a restricted ocean zone, and any unauthorized contact with them is expressly forbidden by law.

•New recruits usually start as Snatchers and are allowed to join the front lines when they’ve shown aptitude at snatchin golden eggs

•Steelheads are the company commanders of a troop. Its scales are ink resistant due to “arduous conditioning”. It’s filling up that bomb with its own spit btw.

•Steel Eel drivers wear those masks because of the spray from the machine.

•The little car thing Scrappers drive around is “a much-desired item for many salmonids”.

•The Stinger boils ink in the pots it’s on to generate pressure for its attacks. Also it wears shock absorbing equipment.

•The Maw is perpetually hunting for prey because of how big it is so hey that’s terrifying.

•This one is good; “The ranks of the Drizzlers are made up by renegade Salmonids who prefer to go it alone and fight on their own terms.”

•The Flyfish are intense - it was designed by leading Salmonid engineers, has space-grade reaction control systems, and it’s piloted only by “the most elite” Smallfry who went through special training. Wtf.

Also Nintendo’s gotta be planning something bigger with this because they’re building this world history of Salmonid swarms destroying cities in ancient times and like paintings of them and such in both the field guide and the sunken scrolls. I love it I love these li'l guys

STEM Studyblr Roll Call!

Hi everyone! I want to put together a resource that lists all the STEM studyblrs out there! So if you are a part of this group and want to be on the list, reblog with your STEM subject (chem, bio, math, general, physics, engineering, etc) and your grade level (HS, college, grad school)!

babalik ako sa bsu. that’s what i said almost 2 years ago, yun talaga ang plano ko. babalik ako, pangako yan pero bakit ganon. natatakot ako bumalik kasi pakiramdam ko di ako belong don. hindi ko nga alam kung papasa ba ako don kasi they have this quota grade for engineering students na kapag hindi mo nakuha, bagsak ka sa second choice mo. bale first choice ko engineering then architecture, hindi sa ayaw ko sa archi pero gusto ko talaga mag-engineering and i am scared na baka hindi ako pumasa. ahhh nakakaini, pinagdududahan ko na naman ang sarili ko. alam kong kaya ko pero bakit parang pakiramdam ko na hindi ko kaya. sobrang big deal ngayon samin kung papasa ka ulit sa bsu since sobrang in ng engineering and ang mas focus ang bsu sa engineering courses ahhh gets nyo ba ako, basta ganon. hindi ko na rin alam beshie

anonymous asked:

If you have such strong genes, why not go back to your home planet? You'd surely be able to be a high ranking member of society

“Cause the higher up the caste system you go, the trickier things get. Like I said, earth is simpler. So long as I have money I can get whatever I want, I don’t have to worry about my citizen rank being too low or shit like that….and cause it’d take…roughly seven hundred earth years to reach Elxttinae from earth without a deep space warp drive, a dark matter conversion engine, and at least grade 8 magnetic shielding to survive the warp needed to reach there. Even then it’d take thirty years.”

“I email my siblings on Elxttinae sometimes, and sometimes they write back, but past the brooding period familial ties don’t mean much after conditioning. You usually don’t know them long enough to really imprint so its fine. The only reason I wound up on earth is cause of a faulty escape pod in our ship anyways, would have been a nice trip before final conditioning but this is better, I think…feeling actual familial love is…nice. I wouldn’t have experienced it otherwise.”

“Needless to say, I’ve also grown accustomed to my lifestyle here, can’t really go back to the rank and file life when you’re tasted freedom like this.”

We assume that the fine folks at NASA spend all day working on warp drives and teleporters and such, because we are woefully ill-informed adult-sized children. But still, we figure they’re occupied with important science stuff way above our pay grade. Like engineer Lonnie Johnson: He spent his days working in NASA’s jet propulsion lab in Pasadena as part of the team that built Voyager, Galileo, and the Mars Observer spacecraft. He helped test the stealth bomber and developed new systems for nuclear reactors. It’s like he was always destined for genius level work: When he was a teenager, he designed his own robot sidekick.

But then you go ahead and check his Wikipedia page. It barely mentions NASA, instead choosing to focus on other, much more important accomplishments, like a really, really effective toy squirt gun.

Johnson’s major contribution to society came in 1982 while he was screwing around at home working on something silly and trivial, like a new type of heat pump. Heat pumps normally use Freon gas, but Johnson was trying to make one that worked off of water alone. When he switched on the pump, water fired out and slammed into the shower curtain with way more force than he had expected, and the idea of heat transfer suddenly seemed a whole lot less interesting than shooting some poor son of a bitch right in the face with it.

5 Awesome Things Invented by the Last People You’d Expect 

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Indoor Harvest, Corp. to Introduce Low Cost Vertical Farming Platform at Indoor Ag-Con

Indoor Harvest, Corp. (OTC Pink: INQD), through its brand name Indoor Harvest™, is a design build contractor, developer, marketer and direct-seller of commercial grade aeroponic and hydroponic fixtures and supporting systems for use in urban Controlled Environment Agriculture and Building Integrated Agriculture. The Company is pleased to announce that it will be introducing its recently developed low cost vertical farming platform at Indoor Ag-Con next week in Las Vegas, Nevada.


Indoor Harvest’s CEO and founder Chad Sykes commented, “We believe that there is a growing demand for affordable vertical farming systems, but most current offerings are still out of the price range of most entrants. We looked at the current state of the industry and developed what we believe is the most cost effective platform based on current technology available.”
The Company’s new vertical farming platform is designed to reduce costs by being engineered to utilize the standardized “Strut” channel framing system. Strut channel is the industry standard when it comes to the construction of framing systems to support mechanical systems around the world. As an addition to our platform, we have developed a frame that will support either an aeroponic system or a hydroponic system and incorporates the Illumitex® brand Eclipse Series LED horticulture lighting system right out of the box. The Company has also engineered the related brackets and hardware to support the lighting system drivers and associated plumbing.


Mr. Sykes added, “By making our vertical farming platform compatible with Strut framing systems and a proven popular LED lighting system, we have created a platform that can be fully customized, is affordable to even the smallest operator and can reduce the cost associated with installation. With prices expected to come in around $90 a square foot for a complete shallow raft system, including LED’s, I believe we’ve developed the lowest cost system on the market while maintaining commercial grade engineering. We designed this platform specifically for the smaller commercial vertical farming operator.”


Vertical farming is a new industry that has only just recently begun to gain traction. Over the last three years, we have seen a significant increase in the number of small scale vertical farms being built to grow gourmet leafy greens, herbs and micro-greens for niche produce markets. It is our intention to provide affordable, simple to install systems to these small growers entering this new industry.

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just take the whole darn thing why don't you

“A-are you absolutely, positively… s-sure that this is what you want?”

Mettaton’s expression twisted into a wider grimace. “My mind isn’t about to change, Alphys.”

“B-b-but…!” Alphys stammered. “I-it’s not like I can undo this if anything goes wrong! This machine uses DETERMINATION. If we go through with this, you’re going to be permanently melded to the Core! You’re, um… n-not going to be able to be a star anymore. Is this really worth giving up on your dreams for?”

“I don’t care.” he sneered. “You of all people should know- this human, this foul creature- has murdered my dear cousin… and with it, any hope I could ever have of truly enjoying myself. Now, all I care about is destroying the murderer. You and the others had better make sure to evacuate well ahead of time. I’ll crush the entire Core if I have to.”

“M-Mettaton…” Alphys sniveled. It wasn’t like him to be so… determined. All of his pride and usual showmanship had been discarded for one emotion and one state of mind: unparalleled hate. While the humanoid form that he requested be the base of the proposed carnage machine was certainly photogenic, his expression was twisted into a pained grimace.

“What are you waiting for, Alphys? They’ll be here in less than a day. If we don’t start now, you’ll all perish. Just like… Bl…”

He couldn’t even bring himself to say the name. Alphys averted her eyes from his gaze. Man, if looks could kill…

“E-everything okay up there?”

“… It’s coming along well. Thank you.”

Despite the softer words, his voice was even more steely and distorted than usual, as well as perhaps a bit deeper and more intimidating in tone. Alphys nearly cringed. She continued fastening and syncing wires, attaching defense systems that she had placed throughout the core.

“These… uh… e-electricity tasers were originally part of th-that old tile puzzle we devised together, you know? Th-they’re not really meant for c-c-combat, and… um, they might shock you, too. Are you sure you still want them?”

“Yes- as many as possible. Equip me with literally every weapon you can.”

Alphys gulped, before compressing the tile into a sharper instrument, extending tapered wires to the end and attaching them to where his arm once was.

“Do you want… u-um… the motion-positive or the motion-negative security lasers? You know, orange or blue? Y-you always said that you loved loud colors, so I’ll just give you or—“

“What part of ‘all of the weapons’ do you not understand?” he growled. Something in his voice crackled like static. His face had been torn apart, limbs mangled into implements of destruction as he had been seated and attached to an extensive network of wires and defense systems. Engines whirred.

Alphys gave a small whimper as she continued adding lethal part by lethal part.

“Mettaton… I don’t think you can move any longer. I attached your internal systems and synced them to the Core. I’m… s-sorry.”

It seemed as if he was about to respond angrily once more, but with the last of his positivity, he said: “Alphys, Alphys, Alphys… I couldn’t ask for more. Please go on living in my place. You know I belong with… w-with Blooky. I’ll be all right. I mean… we’re friends, are we not?”

“…”

She didn’t respond to that. She gave a somber smile.

“MoRE… I’lL FIgHT wITH EvERYTHING I HavE…” came an echoed, dissonant voice within the mechanical monstrosity that had taken over the elevator room. The sound of oil pumping like blood through a circulatory system beat throughout the room.

Many hours had passed, and time was quickly running out. Alphys had already issued the evacuation warning throughout Hotland and the rest of the Underground, all remaining monsters being implored to retreat into underground shelters. She had hopefully saved over one hundred potential victims… but evidently, not herself. She continued her work, nearly in tears.

“I-I’ll s-stay with you! I’ll be in the next room over in case anything goes wrong! I promise!” she reasserted, now firmly siding with Mettaton.

“aHaHaHa… THaNKs. IT’ll bE… a G-G-GrEAT ShOW.” he distorted, his words showing up in binary code across a number of attached screens.

“I… it’ll be no sweat for you to w-w-win. I-it’d take a whole army to get past you at this point. Y-you could take on the world!” she encouraged, smiling. Rather fakely, that is. She was filled with fear, unsure if the approaching human could be stopped at all. All that was left was just a couple more turrets… not to mention mechanized guns and a few more pragmatically-placed lasers. This… was something special, all right. Not in a good way.

“ThE HuMAN… THeY’LL FiNALLY MeeT a ReLENTLESS KillER. AnD ThEY’LL DiE… AnD ThEY’LL DiE… AnD ThEY’LL DiE…”

What followed that was a cacophonic mechanized screeching that only slightly resembled the insane laughter that he was probably going for.

Suddenly, a small alarm began beeping on Alphys’ cell phone.

“N-No! The human… they’re within just a hundred feet of us! M-mettaton… I’ll see you soon, okay? O-okay?” asked Alphys, as if almost to reassure herself.

More awful howls of mechanical laughter followed, senseless binary filling the screens. The central, hanging mechanism simply gave a nodding motion. It smelled like engine oil and industrial-grade steel plating. And maybe a little like death. Alphys fled the room.

Tiny footsteps.

A young child, no taller than Alphys herself, stepped into the room. An innocent smile graced their face, before twisting into what seemed to be a bloodthirsty grin that spread from ear to ear. Their eyes were wide and bloodshot. They were holding a toy knife…

“SO… YOU FINALLY ARRIVE, YOU FILTHY COUSIN-KILLER.”

Their expression barely wavered, as they took another gleeful step forward. The door snapped shut behind them, locking tightly. Mettaton seemed to vibrate with absolute hatred.

“IT… IT’S YOU. YOU DID THIS. YOU ARE THE VILE CREATURE THAT DECIDED TO HARM AN INNOCENT PERSON WHO NEVER HAD ANYTHING BUT nasty THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HIMSELF AND kind THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THE REST OF THE ENTIRE WORLD. YOU SHATTERED THE SOUL OF THE ONE PERSON I KNEW I COULD ALWAYS HAVE FAITH IN. L-L-LiKE WHAT YOU SEE?” he asked, a chainsaw blade whirring loudly as he made a gesture to the whole structure of the room. The child simply naively cocked their head to one side, before brandishing the knife.

A hellish amalgamation of wires, guns, blades and fire surged forward, all of it sparkling with bluish-white static.

“AhaHAHA… I WOULDN’T THINK SO. THANKS TO YOU, I HAD TO TAKE IT UPON MYSELF TO ENSURE THAT YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE UNDERGROUND. YOU DESTROYED MY ONE LAST CHANCE AT ACTUAL HAPPINESS, AND TRANSFORMED ME INTO THE MONSTER I AM NOW. BUT, THAT ONLY MAKES YOU MORE EXCITED. I CAN TELL FROM THAT HIDEOUSSS EXPRESSION SMEARED ON YOUR FACE. IT’S GOING TO BE… A PEACEFUL NIGHT. THIS MODE HAS A SELF DESTRUCT FEATURE THAT ACTIVATES IN TEN MINUTES. I’M GOING TO KILL YOU AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES- AND I AM GOING DOWN WITH YOU. TIME… f̤̰̙̲͉ͮ̽̂͒ͥ͌ỏ͈̦͓̻͍͇ͮͦ̋ͫͧͪ̀r̈́ ̢͕͚͂ͦ̔ͪ̋ͪt̘̗̣̜̲̱̾̒̅͌̄̐͞ͅh͍̦̞̪͓̯̄̏͊͊̒ͨ́ḛ̜̭͖̈́ͩ̿ͫ̽̏ͅ ̞͈̘̝͖̥̖̅͊ͨ̈́͢Ċ͍̰̹͚ͦͮ̚u͎̩̱͙̭̳̣ͫR̭͖̼ͯͨ̿͞Ṫ̮̻̌͌̈̋̋ͨA̼̖̰̐̔̆̃ͣͨİ͇̗̮̠͙̝N̼̘͔̪̔͆̽͆́̒̈́ ̬̼̖̭̰̤̭͛̅̐̄͢ẗ̙̻̘͉͓͉̘̍ͤ̊̓̔ͬơ̜̞̻̿̂ ̔ͧ͗ͤ͒̋̀f͖̓̽̐̇̉͐Ḁ̬̍̾͊͊͑̈l̥̤̲͚̳̞͓̍ͧ̽ͯ̔̔l̠̟͍̳̣̑̋ .”

Napstablook was about to be avenged. An upbeat, yet somehow hollow tune began echoing throughout the room, barely audible among the shower of military-grade weapons that surged forth towards the child.

“DIE! DIE! DIE!”

What could only be described as a roar echoed throughout the room as bullets flew at their target. Yet, each time it was a near-miss. The child nearly seemed to teleport. Each time Mettaton’s sensors locked onto their soul, it only seemed to stay for a moment before he was on the other side of the room, avoiding each strike and giving a taunting look.

“WHY, I’LL DESTROY–!!”

The child had stepped onto part of the mechanism connecting Mettaton to the Core. Gunfire and blazing circle saws tore the connection to shreds, leading to a flood of oil and an ungodly cry of pain. They laughed just a little, before jumping off and landing back near the door, taunting with a hand signal.

Alarms blared… but Mettaton ignored, simply pelting more lasers every which way, charring the plated floor absolutely black with each shot. Blue or orange, the human effortlessly avoided both. The few times they WERE hit, they simply shrugged it off as if they had a lot more health to spend.

“YOU KILLED THE ONE PERSON WILLING TO HAND THEMSELVES OVER, YOU HELLSPAWN! YOU KILLED MY COUSIN, YOU BASTARD!”

The child only grinned as more flames and lasers rained down, singed here and there but simply taking a bite of pie to regain their health.

“LET’S STAY DOWN HERE IN THIS DARK, HOPELESS PLACE… TOGETHER!”

Defense systems slowly but surely were either hacked off by a plastic knife, sharper than diamond and faster than lightning, or simply thrusted into the ground and shattered with all of Mettaton’s strength. The floor creaked below them. The upbeat music switched from track to track.

“I-I LOVED HIM MORE THAN YOU EVER LOVED ANYONE IN YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!”

“KiLL… KilL… KILL… kill… you… f-for Blooky…”

Twenty minutes later, Mettaton lay in shambles. Wires were scattered everywhere, electric jolts still visible in severed currents.

All that was left was an oil-covered ground, an unrecognizable humanoid figure seated within the ruins. His eyes glowed stark white… but his entire body was beginning to give way. Something was… giving out, deep inside him. This wasn’t an issue with the machine, it was his soul.

* DETERMINATION.

Something wasn’t right… he was a machine, now! Why was his head swimming? Something was burning.

“Blooky… I-I promised he’d be on TV with me… I-I’m… s-sorry…”

Something was melting. A little indie music played softly in the room, as bullets fired one at a time. Lasers were pointed, but only one was firing.

* DETERMINATION.

“I didn’t mean to… l-leave…”

The child smirked, stepping forward with the knife.

A pink heart was at the core of what remained. It was almost kind of pretty among the muck and debris that was strewn everywhere.

* DETERMINATION

“Blooky, I-I’ll be there in just a little…!”

Shhhhhnk!

The heart was split in two by a toy knife, as the remains of it simply turned black and shut down. The human could barely see a few grains of dust falling softly like snow from the center and blowing out into the steamy, congested air.

They smiled. The floor began to give way as the child gently stepped over, cracking open as Mettaton’s remains slid into the viscous magma below. Steam rose into the room, melting away metal. The human had already opened the door to the next room.

“M-Mettaton… n-no… n-n-nononononono… p-please, d-don’t come any closer!!”

Just a few seconds later, a pained cry echoed in despair across the CORE… as more dust simply flew into the air. What pushovers, really. Chara smiled. Hundreds down, three to go.

Things I’ve heard other Uni students say

- “If I concuss myself, will I have to take this test?”

- “Yeah its total bullshit but its DONE”

- “You know that face you make when you’re bullshitting an assignment or essay or whatever really really hard? That’s what my face looks like now.”

- “How did your exam go?” “Literally shit balls”

- “I have no clue what this exam is on so I decided to not study at all”

- “THE ENGINEER WITH THE LOWEST GRADE STILL BECOMES AN ENGINEER”

- just muttering “no” over and over and over again for a two hour exam

can you imagine if asami had been not an heiress and hiroshi’s daughter, but the daughter of a mechanic that worked on the future industries factory floor? can you imagine if that mechanic would’ve brought asami with him to work? which is how she grew up knowing the ins and outs of a combustion engine before third grade, loved the mechanics and pneumatics of a forklift like she knew she loved jump rope and her mother’s jasmine perfume. can you imagine if, one day, when asami was 14, hiroshi came across asami on the floor? he’d be mad at first–the goddamn factory is no place for a child–but then, asami would point out to him that the current line could be 30% faster if they did this or he’d see her fixing a particularly tricky piece of machinery and he’d just be blown away. and so hiroshi would take her under his wing and asami wouldn’t be just an heiress, but hiroshi’s special assistant and possible heir, second daughter to a man who saw her and saw her genius and gave her the world to play with.