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I was part of a love triangle in high school, with two girls who were nearly as horny as I was. I eventually chose Makyla over the other girl, Cresslyn. I was shallow then, and chose Makyla, mostly on the basis of her slightly better looks and killer body. And she was a freak. Whereas Cresslyn was horny at certain times, Makyla wanted it all the time. I am surprised we didn’t get pregnant. But the funny thing is that, throughout most of high school, I couldn’t get enough of them and they couldn’t get enough of me. Makyla and Cresslyn really didn’t like each other, but they agreed to share me for the time being. I still considered myself with Makyla, though.The most daring thing I did was take Makyla out of convocation into a nearby hall for a blowjob, that led to other naughtier things with Cresslyn. This was pretty crazy because there were school officials all around and at least two student monitors. Cresslyn was one of them. They helped keep a watch on the rest of the school when everyone was in the gym or auditorium. The hall led to an obscure stairwell hardly anyone ever used anymore, so as soon as we got more than halfway up the stairs, Makyla dropped to her knees and unzipped me. I was in her mouth and already hard as a stone.I laid down on the stairs, legs straddled, pants and underwear down around my ankles. She was lying between my legs, head bobbing slowly up and down on my raging tool, watching me with those sexy brown eyes. I don’t know why she didn’t see Cresslyn coming down the stairs. OR maybe she did and was just rubbing it in her face.Anyhow, Cresslyn made a big show of catching us red-handed. She threatened to tell as I hurriedly stuck my member back in my pants and she pushed past us on the stairs. I grabbed her by the hand, pleading with her. She said this served me right for how I and Makyla had treated her.I asked her if we could work something out. She asked what I could possibly give her. I said that she could share me with Makyla right now and no one would suspect her since she was a monitor, if we went all the way upstairs and were quiet. Makyla started to object, but I silenced her with a look. She should have been a better lookout.Cresslyn said that there was one room that was open because the janitor had forgotten to lock it when she cleaned up the night before. We all scooted up the stairs, and when Cresslyn gave a thumbs up to the other student monitor, who asked if everything was clear, she came in the room and we got down to business.I made them both kneel and give me oral. They took turns. Then I took Cresslyn’s clothes off and ate her out. She had big breasts and a nice curvy figure. Makyla made sighs and rolled her eyes, but I distracted her by stopping to kiss her deeply, when I removed her top, and by kneading her ample orbs while resuming my assault on Cresslyn’s netherparts. Cresslyn groaned.I took turns pleasuring them both. I let Makyla sit on my manhood while Cresslyn sat on my mouth, facing each other. I noticed them both awkwardly avoiding eye contact, so, I let them switch. Cresslyn, who must have been sex-starved, began to give signs that she couldn’t take it anymore and quickly came all over me with a loud moan. Makyla, who was now sitting on my face, had to signNow back and cover her mouth to keep us from getting in trouble.Then, I fingered Makyla while I was eating her, long legs splayed, sitting on my mouth. Cresslyn had begun sucking me. I made Makyla come and it was my turn to cover her mouth. Her female parts produced copious amounts of thick liquid, which I swallowed.Makyla and Cresslyn both gave me attention next. Makyla licked all over my sack, which was saturated with saliva and Cresslyn’s nectar, while Cresslyn went up and down on me faster and faster. I wondered what Makyla felt about having to taste Cresslyn’s love juices. That thought triggered something in my loins and I could hold back no longer. I exploded in Cresslyn’s mouth. A little spilled on my nuts. Cresslyn said to make sure we didn’t leave any mess. She didn’t want to get in any trouble. Makyla obliged by licking up any remaining nut juice. We covered our “tracks”, got dressed, and slipped back in the convocation. A teacher asked where we were. Cresslyn said that she had been given permission to escort us to the restroom. Miraculously, the teacher bought it, probably because Cresslyn was the monitor and generally a goody-two shoes.Our triangle continued on though high school and our first year of college. By that time, we had all grown tired of each other.But I can’t believe, to this day, that we didn’t get in any trouble that day of the convocation.

First 20 questions will be maths based. (120 marks)Second part will be aptitude. It will have questions like work out the logic behind an alphabetical series and find out the next term.Circle the odd one out and write reasons for it.Make any number of possible words out of the given set of alphabets and use them correctly to fill in the blanks. And make grammatically correct sentences out of them.And then comes essay part wherein you have to write 2 of them and a story relating the 5 pictures shown to you.BTW I gave the exam on 19th. Expecting around 120..  How did your exam go?

Back in the day, at my school, the Music teacher position was like teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Basically we had a new Music teacher every year because apparently none of them were able to stay for more than that.This guy, whose name I can’t remember but we used to call him “chicken”, came to the school when I was in eighth grade. He had previously worked as an orchestra director, composer and producer for several bands all across Latin America.As of today, many of us still remember him as the best music teacher we ever had. Not only was he incredibly talented; he had a way of being and acting that made him a 24/7 teacher. During his time with us he did several things that no other teacher had done before, that just being around him was a lesson in life.For instance, back then cell phones were forbidden in school grounds and the punishment for having one and ringing during class was tremendously severe. Not only the school confiscated the phone, you were suspended for one-two days and immediately failed the period. Of course, whenever a cell phone rang, everybody got pale and terrified, silence took the whole classroom, and the teacher would stop the class until someone admitted guilt. We were terrified when it happened in our music class, as usual, but then our teacher simply stood up and asked everybody to silence their phones or turn them off. He then told us that he wouldn’t confiscated nor report the incident, since his cell phone was on during class.In the school cafeteria, we had to make a line to get to buy snacks, drinks and all that stuff. Teachers didn’t have to. One day we were surprised to see “chicken” in the line behind me & my friends. Never before did a teacher form in line to buy anything. Quickly, another teacher approached him and told him that, since he was a teacher, he didn't have to wait, he could just go to the front of the line. “Chicken” told him that he wouldn’t do that, that we students had the same right as them to buy food, so it wouldn’t be fair if he got the last one of whatever he would buy and a student couldn’t get it.We used to have a singing contest once a year, where students could perform in front of the school and be awarded if their performance was good. Since “chicken” had worked with many artists before, he took upon himself to make that contest the best we ever had. He invited some of his friends, a composer, the director of one of the biggest orchestras in Colombia and an Grammy award-winning producer. He convinced them to come, hear the participants, and give them feedback on their talent. The principal, an old, bitter, mean priest, threw the invited judges out of the school and cancelled the whole contest.The thing is that this teacher showed us a respect that no other teacher had showed before. He taught us that we had value, that our ideas were to be respected and listened, that we had the power to transform our school for better. He saw us as human beings when no one ever did.One day, we came into our music classroom to find some other teacher there. No one ever explained to us what happened. Two months later, someone ran into “chicken”. Turns out, he was fired because we started questioning the school policies when we didn’t understood or shared them. Because of him, our class became a rebellion in the eyes of the administration because we spoke when we saw bullying or unfair punishment. He was fired because he treated us as people.Of course, according to the school, the priest fired him because he was Christian.

I’ve served in 2011–12 in Air Force in Central Russia as a soldier.General life:You basically get up at six o'clock, have 1 hour to get ready for breakfast, i.e. to make a bed, to exercise (was cancelled in winter, but still we did run for 20–30 minutes in T-shirts and pants only during +5C). Then we wash up. Breakfast at seven o'clock, usually some kind of salads, porridge, salami, omelette. Breakfast ends at 7:40 a.m., followed by marching to the main square to run up the flag and listen to the commander of aerodrome at eight o'clock. Then we march back to the barracks. Some go to work on the aerodrome, such as cutting grass, painting something, fixing wire fences. Some may do something for other units, like digging rows, helping with demolishing old buildings on the aerodrome’s territory, working at the supply depot recounting food items, restocking it from new supply, throwing something out. Kind ladies who manage the depots always gave us juices, apples, oranges, or something delicious to cheer us up in our work.Work outdoors was my favorite during summer, actually! Not a lot of things to do after very quickly cutting grass or painting walls — no one watches you. Sometimes we just did some kind of that work and waited until dinner at 1 p.m. — leaning in the grass (in a zone not marked to be cut that day). Back in the barrack we did report to officer on duty upon returning back. It was always like "Oh, we worked so hard there! Almost got late for a dinner!” Aerodrome territory was huge. Some places, I believe, haven't seen a man since the `80s. No one bothered to come and see what we do. Sometimes it took 20 minutes by car to get to the place we were working — or one hour of walking back to barracks, if not more.Dinner: soup of the day, mashed potato/pasta with meat or chicken, salad, boiled eggs sometimes. And a one hour sleeping time then. I was lazy to go to bed and to make it back in perfect formation back after just one hour. But with nothing to do, everyone needs to lie down with closed eyes in bed. A preparation for 24-hours duty with AK-47M then — reading manual on guard duty, answering officer’s question related to it, filling out documents, tests at the open- air Guard plot.Then there was a changing of the guard procedure at six o'clock in the evening at the main square. A 24-hour guard of the armory rotated in groups of three. One is on duty with calls to the position every 15 minutes (point 1 without interruptions); the second guard mans the emergency phone for reports every 15 minutes; the third sleeps for an hour. The guards change every hour: The third, who was sleeping, gets up and goes with a driver to the armory with his AK, the second warrior waits for the first one to return from the armory because he, the second, goes to sleep, and the first one changes with the third, closes him, wishes him a nice sleep (and good luck, of course) and returns with the driver back to the guard’s position. That position is like a fortified area with a house in the middle, and equipped with a kitchen (food is delivered from the canteen; a driver picks it up between his “guard deliveries” to the armory, equipped with a satellite TV (ha-ha!), toilet, wardrobe, sleeping room with a few bed-like sleeping places, and our guard officer is with us, watches TV, talks to us, sleeps at night, whatever. The atmosphere is like, you know, a summer camp, but with AKs and some restrictions on using phone or going outside.24-hour duties are very exhausting. You basically sleep in snatches. Sometimes they organize a Terror attack emergency, a Red alert, whatever. Half night is spent to guard the position in an inside court. I wish, that duties would be switched to 12-h long to increase productivity and shorten recovering time (you are 24 h free of work enjoying your time in barrack after your duty is ended). On a third day after previous Guard duty, you go to the armory again.If soldiers are not on duty, we watch TV in a special room in the barrack, or read some book, or chat with each other. When the time comes to 7 pm, we go to canteen for a supper. In all army, a fish in many varieties is served. A free time in the barrack till 21:30 then. We got a superb gym in the barrack, with all the equipment, with a ping pong table, with a martial arts room, most of free times was spent there. Phones to give a call and check the web were distributed for one hour. They were kept at squadron commander office. Those who were detected with second phones kept in secret needed to nail it to special “cellphone” tree in a yard. There were plenty of phones nailed. Haha. 21:30 - an evening soldiers checklist. Who is on hospital, who is on barrack. A shower for those who didn't get it in a free time then, and other hygienic preparations. Bedtime is 22:00.Maneuvers:Gunfire maneuvers were held every f*****g week. In any weather, in mud with snow, in rain, in fog you get your AK held in your barrack’s arms room and run in your helmets, belly, fire blanks on another groups while getting to your shooting area. When there, you fire on targets. Check your targets then, get points. I was firing well, but other guys with worse physics couldn't get points, what was disturbing for them and officers. There was a joke about them - these soldiers must be good in a close knive combat. Haha!I remember my very first shootings. It was hot as hell in August, we were in forest learning different poses for shootings from 10 a.m. till 3 p.m. Ate true field ration from the those card-boxes, drank from a massive bowel we took with us. I loved that experience.When officers were in a specially bad mood, all the shootings from the beginning were done in a chemical and radiation protection suit, with goggles, respirator etc. This was disgusting, haha!Many fatties lost so much kilos during first months, they needed a new set of clothes. Both huge physical work and a day-to-day menu (each variation for every day) on a special time contribute to that. We rarely went to shops, on duty officers weren't happy to escort us. May be, we went there once in two weeks to stock our personal items, buy some sweets, send/get letters or package in a post office. Some bought cigarettes blocks, some bought goods for gym, or gainers, or some items from chemistry.If someone got ill, there is a hospital in aerodrome. I got there for a month with a quite hard cold. Got frozen on duty during one of those -25C nights. There are other ill soldiers, there is a canteen, a large club room with books and tv, phones were allowed. Each has a room for two. Almost like a club. A summer camp, but everyone is sorta ill. A night nurse went to sleep to her special room circa midnight and we could walk from ward to ward, laugh, chat as much as we wanted It was a relief after standardized life in barrack. There were “serial ill” soldiers who were escaping the service being in the hospital. They could return from there, spend 3–5 days in barrack and say “I feel so awful, I got to get to a hospital!” They weren't treated well in soldiers community either. Stay brave, young man.Bonus track:A unit based near us specializes in cars and everything four wheeled. Those guys were kindly called “masut men” among us, almost white collars. Those fuels, oils were impossible to wash out from hands, nails, clothes, it even occurred on faces, like a tan. What I really liked is their almost freedom of movement - they went to smoke in a yard whenever wanted, returned to barrack after official bedtime, didn't come to main square every morning to hear from commander, didn't report to an officer on duty where they were going (because they were going either to garage or to canteen), didn't need to maintain an official army attire - a jacket tuck in your pants, not hang open, a pants tuck in your boots, not free etc. Overall, those guys knew how to fix anything in four-wheelers and enjoyed that freedom as an appreciation for that knowledge. And everyone of them knew how to swear like a sailor.

It is 7,9 + 9,1 + 1 + 3 + 9 = 30Wish you can find the 7,9 and 9,1 in the list of1,3,5,   7,9    ,11,13,151,3,5,7,      9,1    1,13,15

15 + 13 + (11-9) + (7-5) + (1-3) = 30

My question had been merged with another one and as a result, I have added the previous answer to the present one. Hopefully this provides a clearer explanation. Just using the numbers given there, it's not possible, because odd + odd = even, even + odd = odd. 30 is an even number, the answer of 3 odd numbers must be odd, it's a contradiction. If what people say is true, then the question is wrongly phrased its any number of operations within those three brackets must lead to 30. Then it becomes a lot easier. Such as 15 + 7 + (7 + 1). That would give 30. But it assumes something that the question does not state explicitly and cannot be done that way. I still stick to my first point, it can't be done within the realm of math and just using three numbers, if not, then the latter is a way to solve it.EDIT:   This question has come up many times, Any odd number can be expressed as the following, Let [math]n, m, p[/math] be an odd number, [math] n = 1 (mod[/math] [math]2), m = 1 (mod[/math] [math]2), p = 1 (mod[/math] [math]2)[/math][math]n+m+p = 1 + 1 + 1 (mod[/math] [math]2)[/math]Let's call [math]n+m+p[/math] as [math]x[/math][math]=> x = 3 (mod[/math] [math]2)[/math]Numbers in modulo n can be added, I'll write a small proof for it below, [math]a = b (mod[/math] [math]n), c = d (mod[/math] [math]n)[/math][math]a+c = b+d (mod[/math] [math]n)[/math]We can rewrite [math]b[/math] and [math]d[/math] in the following way, [math]n | (b - a) => b-a = n*p[/math] (for some integer p) [math]b = a + np[/math][math]b = a + np, d = c + nq[/math][math]b + d = a + np + c + nq[/math][math]b+d = a + c + n(p + q)[/math]Now we have shown that our result is true, moving forward, [math]3 = 1 (mod[/math] [math]2)[/math][math]x = 1 (mod[/math] [math]2)[/math]Therefore the sum of three odd numbers can never be even. It will always be congruent to 1 in mod 2.(This was what I wrote for a merged answer).Modular arithmetic  - Link on modular arithmetic, the basic operations. Modular multiplicative inverse - The multiplicative inverse in modular operations.Congruence relationFermat's little theorem Modular exponentiation - As title suggests.Good luck!

I have crazy short legs (27″ inseam), so keeping up on the rucksack marches and death runs was the hardest thing I encountered. I went to the Q-Course after two years in an Infantry Battalion in the 82nd Airborne - pulling CQ duty and staying up for 24 hours on Sunday followed by an alert, jump, and field exercise on Monday and into Tuesday (total time awake about 55 hours) happened to me a few times a year, so sleep deprivation and some mild hallucinating wasn't really that hard for me.A huge percentage of my class failed Land Navigation - I can think spatially in 3-D pretty well so I am crazy good at navigation, I just had trouble moving the Land Nav distances in the allotted time - I was always able to find all of my points, but I was darn sure running back into basecamp just in the nick of time.We had a lot of scenarios in Phase III designed to test us in dealing with our Guerilla friends, but a lot of that is just good old common sense and treating people with dignity and respect, and staying within the scenario of the exercise. Some of our teammates had trouble in to those situations and failed out, but over the years I have come to recognize that those guys were serious assholes that probably would have gotten us killed downrange and weren't worthy of being called Brothers.Patrolling in Phase I was probably the second hardest thing I we encountered - not that Patrolling is hard, heck I love it - we just kept on Patrolling for so long that the Instructor lost track of the days. Finally someone fell over sound asleep while getting chewed out by the Instructor that he seriously asked us “Why is everybody so fu@#ing tired? What day is it anyway?”. We answered ”I don't know but my watch is saying Thursday” after we went to the field on Saturday - they made us all rack out after that (I think it was so they didn't get into trouble).Another challenge in the Course was death. There was a guy that died in the class before mine - my first Team Leader was in that class. The guy was marking a PZ for a plane to do a message pickup at night, but he never returned. They think he fell asleep sitting on the ground holding the signal light. He had a tire track across his chest. In my class, a Team got hit somewhere down in Central America and three or four Brothers didn't come back. That really helped it sink in that we were getting into some serious shit. Then a guy in my class died of something simple like a common cold that a healthy guy should have been able to shake easily, but he wanted to be in Group so bad that he pulled the record of his spleen removal surgery out of his health records - the Doc never saw it and had no way to know so he cleared the guy for training. That guy never made it out of Patrolling.For all of that, I had some easy days down range that were way more than the hardest times in the Course. On my last trip out, I was doing cycles of 24 hours on/12 off/48 on/12 off for almost a month - that was way harder than anything I ever did in the Course. I never really had any hallucinations then, but it's probably why my sleep is so jacked now.

Meaning-Fish out of water means a person who is out of place. It generally means that the person is not fit for the place or the job which is given to him. In the context which is given in the question the correct answer will be option (c)-A boy out of town is like a fish out of water in a village.

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