Hannah's Sweets [MPC #40 - The Final Countdown]
May 21, 2017 15:53:23 GMT
Post by Rinji on May 21, 2017 15:53:23 GMT
19.
There are n sweets in a bag.
6 of the sweets are orange.
The rest of the sweets are yellow.
Hannah takes at random a sweet from the bag.
She eats the sweet.
Hannah then takes at random another sweet from the bag.
She eats the sweet.
The probability that Hannah eats two orange sweets is ⅓.
(a) Show that n2 – n – 90 = 0
Rinji looked up from the paper in despair. He looked about the hall in confusion at the question. His exoskeleton, was somehow, laced from perspiration. He was also sat in a chair, clearly designed for more… humanoid occupants, with a pencil held in his mouth.
Was anyone else struggling with this? No - everyone else was head down and working hard. Meanwhile, he had no idea where to even start.
Maybe if he worked backwards to factorise the equation – no, that wouldn’t prove anything, right? Reverse engineering was never the answer.
Trembling in his seat, he flipped the pencil and rubbed out the workings he’d already made – his head making sideways sweeping motions while he held the paper down with his ‘arms’.
Still, he couldn’t fathom where to even start. And it was so unbearably hot in here. Well, that’s what happens when Meramon is the invigilator.
Hmm – maybe, just maybe, when Meramon turns his back…
Rinji took a swift look at the Gotsumon’s work beside him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right? Well, Gotsumon didn’t seem to mind, as he was grinning down at his paper now.
Wait… was he cheating as well!? That was almost definitely a textbook under his desk! No wonder he didn’t mind someone peeking at his work – he was just as guilty as well.
With a new sense of vigour, Rinji wrote down the first line he’d managed to gather:
6/n x 5/n-1 = 1/3
He almost smacked himself on the head when he saw the solution. Of course! Although, how could anyone solve this without at least a little hint?
A few minutes later, and he’d successfully managed to rearrange the equation to form the dreaded ‘n2 – n – 90 = 0’. That wasn’t so bad… but now he felt terrible for cheating. He would’ve never have gotten that without Gotsumon’s help.
In fact, Rinji had managed to finish early. The clock was still ticking, and yet, he found himself with nothing better to do than to look around the room to observe the other digimon. Some had finished early as well… and suspiciously they were all the ones near Gotsumon. Others were still writing down answers furiously, and Rinji could’ve sworn one of the pencils was smoking from friction.
He wasn’t surprised everyone was as panicked as he was: after all, this was the final exam. Stress was normal, wasn’t i-
“I’M AN ORANGE.” Veemon had leapt up onto the table, and was now crying and screaming about oranges. Soft murmurings rose up as the peace was broken, all the digimon muttering among each other about the distractions and the questions –
“50 points from Dragon’s Roar!” Meramon bellowed, as he punched the Veemon, and threw him into a potato sack. What in the Dark Area –
“Everyone back to work! Or you’ll all get it!”
Right, right, he thought. Pretend to be busy…
…
Five minutes later, and Rinji was delicately sipping from a water bottle held between his forelegs. He was staring ahead blankly, until Meramon finally spoke out.
“The first exam is over, finish the sentence you’re writing on and sit in silence. We’ll be handing out the second test shortly.”
Oh no… the Digimon and Human General Knowledge Exam. New on the curriculum.
He sat there, staring at the sheet of paper that had been handed to him. It was singed black at the corner. Thanks, Meramon.
1. There are three main attributes. Vaccine, Data, and what?
Well, that was easy. Virus, of course – he was a virus digimon himself.
2. Babamon invites you to tea, but you’re surprised when she gives you a Giga Blaster and orders you to kill another digimon. What do you do?
Rinji looked up from the paper again, and down back at it. What? What? What. He looked to the other digimon, and they seemed equally bewildered by the strange question. Unsure of the nature of the question, he wrote down that he would ask her why she’d ask him to do that. It was honestly the best thing he could think of.
3. What is super-effective against Grass Types? Woops, wrong franchise. I mean, ahem, what is effective against holy type digimon?
Ummm… supposing he should ignore the start of the question, it must have been a mistake; he wrote down ‘dark type digimon’. That wasn’t so bad as the last question.
4. Where do babies come from?
Oh, that was easy! Primary Village! He scribbled that down with his mouth.
No, human babies.
Wait, what!? How could he have missed that? Why did they write that beneath the question after the answer box? How would it have known he’d assume they were asking about Digimon? And he didn’t even know where human babies came from!
This exam must have been a joke, there was no other way. Frustrated, he wrote down his best guess.
‘Human Primary Village’, it said.
He flipped to the next page, rustling the sheets. Next question…
5. What is the powerhouse of the cell?
The battery? Maybe that was a mistake too. Either way, he wrote that down as his answer.
6. Would you prefer posts or bits?
Excuse me? At this point, Rinji honestly wondered what whoever written this test was taking. This question didn't even make sense. Shrugging as best as a giant armoured arthropod could, he circled the word 'posts'.
Ten frustratingly vague and stupid questions of the same vein afterwards, and the test was over. The time was up. Rinji had just made it to the end of the test. Thankfully it was a short 20-minute test.
Just as Meramon was packing up the tests, and consequently burning the papers at the edges (he really hoped the one that had been entirely blackened wasn’t his), an IceDevimon walked into the hall.
Who was this guy? Everyone else seemed a little confused as well, but nowhere near alarmed. Huh. The IceDevimon looked confused for a moment, as if he didn’t know where he was. Then he saw Meramon.
“What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. School?” His voice was slow, and menacing, like the real, angry, vengeful, demon digimon he was.
Meramon looked panicked, dropped the sheets of paper on the floor, and ran away – screaming something about “looks like the game’s up! I’m out!”
Now, everyone looked about, scared and shuffling in their seats. But no one dared say a thing as IceDevimon stood there facepalming. Then, he turned to a filled sack, pulled Veemon out from it and placed him gently back onto the floor.
He simply looked at them all, sighing in exasperation, before explaining the situation to the digimon.
“So, it’s all just a scam?”
“I wasted over 9000 bits on this!”
“I want my tuition fees back!”
“Scratch that, I want my life back!”
“I’m never going to school again. Screw this.”
“What a waste of time…”
Rinji, meanwhile, was in tears.
It was all for nothing.
There are n sweets in a bag.
6 of the sweets are orange.
The rest of the sweets are yellow.
Hannah takes at random a sweet from the bag.
She eats the sweet.
Hannah then takes at random another sweet from the bag.
She eats the sweet.
The probability that Hannah eats two orange sweets is ⅓.
(a) Show that n2 – n – 90 = 0
Rinji looked up from the paper in despair. He looked about the hall in confusion at the question. His exoskeleton, was somehow, laced from perspiration. He was also sat in a chair, clearly designed for more… humanoid occupants, with a pencil held in his mouth.
Was anyone else struggling with this? No - everyone else was head down and working hard. Meanwhile, he had no idea where to even start.
Maybe if he worked backwards to factorise the equation – no, that wouldn’t prove anything, right? Reverse engineering was never the answer.
Trembling in his seat, he flipped the pencil and rubbed out the workings he’d already made – his head making sideways sweeping motions while he held the paper down with his ‘arms’.
Still, he couldn’t fathom where to even start. And it was so unbearably hot in here. Well, that’s what happens when Meramon is the invigilator.
Hmm – maybe, just maybe, when Meramon turns his back…
Rinji took a swift look at the Gotsumon’s work beside him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right? Well, Gotsumon didn’t seem to mind, as he was grinning down at his paper now.
Wait… was he cheating as well!? That was almost definitely a textbook under his desk! No wonder he didn’t mind someone peeking at his work – he was just as guilty as well.
With a new sense of vigour, Rinji wrote down the first line he’d managed to gather:
6/n x 5/n-1 = 1/3
He almost smacked himself on the head when he saw the solution. Of course! Although, how could anyone solve this without at least a little hint?
A few minutes later, and he’d successfully managed to rearrange the equation to form the dreaded ‘n2 – n – 90 = 0’. That wasn’t so bad… but now he felt terrible for cheating. He would’ve never have gotten that without Gotsumon’s help.
In fact, Rinji had managed to finish early. The clock was still ticking, and yet, he found himself with nothing better to do than to look around the room to observe the other digimon. Some had finished early as well… and suspiciously they were all the ones near Gotsumon. Others were still writing down answers furiously, and Rinji could’ve sworn one of the pencils was smoking from friction.
He wasn’t surprised everyone was as panicked as he was: after all, this was the final exam. Stress was normal, wasn’t i-
“I’M AN ORANGE.” Veemon had leapt up onto the table, and was now crying and screaming about oranges. Soft murmurings rose up as the peace was broken, all the digimon muttering among each other about the distractions and the questions –
“50 points from Dragon’s Roar!” Meramon bellowed, as he punched the Veemon, and threw him into a potato sack. What in the Dark Area –
“Everyone back to work! Or you’ll all get it!”
Right, right, he thought. Pretend to be busy…
…
Five minutes later, and Rinji was delicately sipping from a water bottle held between his forelegs. He was staring ahead blankly, until Meramon finally spoke out.
“The first exam is over, finish the sentence you’re writing on and sit in silence. We’ll be handing out the second test shortly.”
Oh no… the Digimon and Human General Knowledge Exam. New on the curriculum.
He sat there, staring at the sheet of paper that had been handed to him. It was singed black at the corner. Thanks, Meramon.
1. There are three main attributes. Vaccine, Data, and what?
Well, that was easy. Virus, of course – he was a virus digimon himself.
2. Babamon invites you to tea, but you’re surprised when she gives you a Giga Blaster and orders you to kill another digimon. What do you do?
Rinji looked up from the paper again, and down back at it. What? What? What. He looked to the other digimon, and they seemed equally bewildered by the strange question. Unsure of the nature of the question, he wrote down that he would ask her why she’d ask him to do that. It was honestly the best thing he could think of.
3. What is super-effective against Grass Types? Woops, wrong franchise. I mean, ahem, what is effective against holy type digimon?
Ummm… supposing he should ignore the start of the question, it must have been a mistake; he wrote down ‘dark type digimon’. That wasn’t so bad as the last question.
4. Where do babies come from?
Oh, that was easy! Primary Village! He scribbled that down with his mouth.
No, human babies.
Wait, what!? How could he have missed that? Why did they write that beneath the question after the answer box? How would it have known he’d assume they were asking about Digimon? And he didn’t even know where human babies came from!
This exam must have been a joke, there was no other way. Frustrated, he wrote down his best guess.
‘Human Primary Village’, it said.
He flipped to the next page, rustling the sheets. Next question…
5. What is the powerhouse of the cell?
The battery? Maybe that was a mistake too. Either way, he wrote that down as his answer.
6. Would you prefer posts or bits?
Excuse me? At this point, Rinji honestly wondered what whoever written this test was taking. This question didn't even make sense. Shrugging as best as a giant armoured arthropod could, he circled the word 'posts'.
Ten frustratingly vague and stupid questions of the same vein afterwards, and the test was over. The time was up. Rinji had just made it to the end of the test. Thankfully it was a short 20-minute test.
Just as Meramon was packing up the tests, and consequently burning the papers at the edges (he really hoped the one that had been entirely blackened wasn’t his), an IceDevimon walked into the hall.
Who was this guy? Everyone else seemed a little confused as well, but nowhere near alarmed. Huh. The IceDevimon looked confused for a moment, as if he didn’t know where he was. Then he saw Meramon.
“What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. School?” His voice was slow, and menacing, like the real, angry, vengeful, demon digimon he was.
Meramon looked panicked, dropped the sheets of paper on the floor, and ran away – screaming something about “looks like the game’s up! I’m out!”
Now, everyone looked about, scared and shuffling in their seats. But no one dared say a thing as IceDevimon stood there facepalming. Then, he turned to a filled sack, pulled Veemon out from it and placed him gently back onto the floor.
He simply looked at them all, sighing in exasperation, before explaining the situation to the digimon.
“So, it’s all just a scam?”
“I wasted over 9000 bits on this!”
“I want my tuition fees back!”
“Scratch that, I want my life back!”
“I’m never going to school again. Screw this.”
“What a waste of time…”
Rinji, meanwhile, was in tears.
It was all for nothing.
