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I’d use a suitable text editor to enter my presumed solution to my homework assignment, perhaps consulting my notes from class if I wasn’t sure what to write. I’d then compile it (and edit it to fix any compile errors), and test it to ensure it met the assignment’s criteria.I’d also iterate through edit/compile/debug until it was correct. Once it was correct, I’d work on cleaning up the formatting a bit so it doesn’t look like I just barfed a bunch of symbols from my keyboard.I would probably even add a comment at the top indicating my name, the course number and section, the date, the assignment number, and possibly my student ID #, so the grader would know it’s my work and not someone elses. (My ID # was 99520… Yes, I still remember it 22 years later.)What I would not do is ask Quorans to do my homework for me.After all, I might end up with this technically correct answer…#include <stdio.h>  int main() {  puts("I IV IX XVI XXV XXXVI XLIX LXIV LXXXI C"); } …which may be fine as long as my professor is cool with Roman numerals, but is otherwise not going to do much good for my grade—neither on this assignment, nor on the midterm exam a week or two from now.

Bad addict teachers. I was born in 1983, in Canada, and somehow, have had 3 really addict teachers in my lifetime.One was alcohol. Biology, Secondary, 3rd year. The whole lab reeked of piss and booze. He was a notorious drunk. Pissed in the sinks at lunch. His car was parked at the local watering hole every single day after work till late. That did not ID. And had a lot of his students in there too. He’d get shitfaced beyond cohesive. Taught a decent course though, I’ll admit it. But holy fuck, seriously. That’s bad. Keep in mind he also drove home like that.There was Smokey Mc Smokerson, the biology teacher in my 5th year of secondary. Her voice was so shot, she had to speak into a microphone. A microphone covered in red, because she wore bold lipsticks. She sounded like a rough 300lbs construction worker, at 5′nothing, in her old school almost English Royal dresses (she was over 60). She had a little lab in the back, would give us 50 pages to read for the period, and would go in the lab out back and chainsmoke.She’d pop into the door once in a while if she heard any noise. Which was rare. She scared the shit out of all of us, seriously. But even when she’d come give us the evil eye, with her two hands behind her back, you could see the smoke rising up. from the smoke in her hands.Nobody ever ratted her out though. For some reason, there was this demeanor about her that just screamed “don’t fuck with me”, even to the most challenging of teens.The 3rd is actually a professor at SFU that is a crack addict. He dates students, smokes crack, and harasses his students mid lecture when he finds out they are taking any gender study classes. The man is actively anti woman. But tenure, bitches, tenure.He’s brilliant, very educated, and really fucked up in ways only heavy chemicals and not enough love can accomplish.Those, to me, are pretty bad.

For Students:Yes, the airstrip is open on all the days in a week.But the joyrides doesn't usually take place during the weekends. Dates on which joyrides takes place are in general notified to the campus community a week or 2 weeks before through email. And there is a possibility the flying might get cancelled due to bad weather conditions on the date scheduled.For Outsiders:If you are an outsider and want to visit the airstrip ask a student to accompany you. The guards will be asking student ID card of one of the people visiting there. Same goes on with the joyrides. But get confirmed with the dates on which joyrides are scheduled.Rodda :)Image Source: Gliding Club, IIT Kanpur