The Picard Maneuver@lemmy.world to Science Memes@mander.xyzEnglish · 2 months ago"Now everyone will have an easy reference table at hand!"lemmy.worldimagemessage-square50fedilinkarrow-up1777
arrow-up1777image"Now everyone will have an easy reference table at hand!"lemmy.worldThe Picard Maneuver@lemmy.world to Science Memes@mander.xyzEnglish · 2 months agomessage-square50fedilink
minus-squarechiliedogg@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up6·2 months agoMemorizing the periodic table is probably the high-school assignment I’m most angry about to this day.
minus-squareSludgeyy@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up1·2 months agoYou didn’t have to memorize the Canterbury Tales?
minus-squarechiliedogg@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up1·2 months agoI’d find that less-useless. You can’t reference the Summoner’s tale in 1 second.
minus-squareSludgeyy@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up1·2 months agoI had to look up what the summoner’s tale was. I can say this from memory. "Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye, So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages, Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke."
Memorizing the periodic table is probably the high-school assignment I’m most angry about to this day.
You didn’t have to memorize the Canterbury Tales?
I’d find that less-useless. You can’t reference the Summoner’s tale in 1 second.
I had to look up what the summoner’s tale was. I can say this from memory.
"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke."