/*
	The Lawnmower Man Effect
	           moontug, 2002
*/

public class Student {

private int school, hospital, homework, suffering, legalizedNarcotics;

	public Student() {
	/*
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I was a poor student, afraid to death of the teachers and the coffee
on their breath.  Homework was torture - I got it done, but it never
felt good.  I never read ahead, I didn't feel any of it was applicable
or worthwhile... school felt like a hospital without the legalized
narcotics.
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	*/

		hospital = 1;

		suffering = hospital;
		legalizedNarcotics = hospital;

		school = hospital - legalizedNarcotics;

		homework = school + 1;

		study();
	}

	public void study() {

		while (homework == suffering)
			escape("mathematics");
	}

	private void selfEsteem() {
	/*
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I started strong each year with that glow you get when you begin
something new.  But my marks inevitably plummeted, and I began to
wonder what was wrong.  Was I too stupid, lazy, unmotivated?  What
started as my strongest subject ended up as my worst.  With 38% before
the final exam in junior high math, I doomed myself to two consecutive
summers of schooling.
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	*/

		System.out.println("what's wrong with me?");
	}

	private void escape(String lesson) {
	/*
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I took up an art - a dedication - that ultimately pulled me out of the
abyss.  It did push me deeper at one point, like that huff of breath
you need to take before you can blow someone's house down, but its
long-term effects were such that I won't be going back.
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	*/

		selfEsteem();

		System.out.println(translate(lesson));
	}

	private String translate(String lesson) {
	/*
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It was the synchrony of electronics, the element of You that persists
in an environment that's all your own; it was code, a creative outlet
for every lesson they threw at me, however bland.

I made my slow recovery over the course of high school.  I would
translate physics or math lessons into the environment I was
comfortable in, and every once in a while I would be better than
everyone else.
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	*/

		homework -= 1;
		return lesson.substring(2,6);
	}

/*
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I've fallen in love with the scientific method, broken away from a
fear of theorizing; I'm no longer afraid to be wrong because no-one's
defiling my mind with bold red ink.

I believe I was the victim of a severe problem with formal education:
lessons are presented in such a way that neglects creativity.  You are
thrown a recipe and told to follow through again and again.  Moreover,
if you are wrong, you are punished; the lesson and the experience you
gain is forgotten for the greater sorrow.

No doubt there are people out there in the position I was.  My advice
to you is to keep strong and embrace your creativity.  It will pay off
in the long run.
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*/

}