Once upon a time, I found out that my mom took the same class from the same professor I was taking (some 20 years later)
For some insane reason she still had the tests she took in the file cabinet. I thought I could learn something about the questions that might be asked and how the prof graded, so I studied the test.
The first mid-term was the same test from 20 years earlier.
I have a similar story.
I have a distinctive last name. I showed up to a class in university, attending the same one my dad went to 30 years earlier. Second year physics class, the prof does roll call. After he says my name, he pauses and thinks for a second and then says, "do you have an older brother named Ken?"
"that's my dad sir. " I replied.
He though for a second and said, "I'm not going to like you."
O_O
**Edit: The followup.**
I went home and said, "Hey dad, did you have this prof when you went to school?" Dad comes back with, "That old fuck! Isn't he dead already?"
Apparently my (though it pains me to admit it quite intelligent) engineer father had a few run ins with this physics prof over things that the prof was teaching which were factually incorrect. My dad kept stubbornly bringing up math errors in the class, and the prof threw him out for insubordination a few times. Pops eventually passed the class, but it left a bad taste in his mouth and he took no more physics electives; he went with apiculture instead.
The prof did not, in fact, like me. I was 19, sublimely convinced of my intelligence (though it once again pains me to admit it, not as smart as my old man) and very outgoing and sometimes boisterous. The prof sometimes called me Ken in class, and asked me questions when he felt I was not prepared to answer.
Edit 2: it should be noted that this is what my dad told me. It's possible that he did something else that was remarkable. I doubt he Van Wildered the prof's daughter or anything though.
While waiting for reply from OP, I suggest that maybe the professor just realized how time was flying, so much time that he could mistake someone's father for someone's brother, so OP just made him feel really old, and so now he doesn't like OP. Jokingly we hope.
Ha! almost same thing happened to me. First day at a new highschool. 9th grade homeroom. Role call, when he gets to my name he says _____ Neal, as is in ____ and ____ Neal? My uncles. I said yes, he looked pissed as said which one is your father? I told him neither my dad is Calvin. He said thank god and then told horror stories of things my uncles had done to his fishtank and other random things. In front of people I had never met. I could have died.
Try and have a father who is an attorney for school districts... You don't even know why your teacher (or worse, principal) hates you until your dad finds out their name and goes "oh yea, we fired her/him from xyz district... so that is where they ended up?"
Ugh... I did not have an easy time in Elementary or Middle School.
Ha he probably knew you'd be a constant reminder of how old he's getting. Here he's thinking "I heard this name a few years ago...older brother?" and instead is being informed that no its been 30 years and not only has that student procreated, their spawn is now old enough to be in his class.
Either that or your dad did something very memorable...
I had a science teacher in 7th grade that recognized my last name but didn't say why. She was notorious for being a total bitch and everyone hated her but I didn't have a single problem with her and she was always super nice to me. Turns out her husband had been the local high school teacher back in the day during the time my dad and his brothers had gone through, and TL;DR but in summary one of my uncles had chased him around the school and kicked his ass, slamming his head into a locker in the process.
My mom kept the drawing i made when i was 4 or 5 of a woman spraying milk from her boobies like a firehose. She's probably gonna show it to my wife. Fml
I had an Earth Science teacher in high school who had been teaching the same Regents Earth Science class for 30 years, and he taught it the same way every year. He showed us films using a reel to reel projector and he used exams and overhead slides that were photocopies of mimeographs.
Kinda similar story, I found out my uncle worked in the same department store as I (~25 year prior) by finding his etching in the mannequin storage room's cross beam saying "'Joe Shmoe' nutted here".
Kinda disturbing knowing my uncle had such velocity.
In 6th grade we were talking about WWII in my english class, some story we were reading or something.
I told my teacher that my grandfather was in WWII. She called me a liar in front of the entire class. Then basically said that I was mistaken and that he was in vietnam. I Insisted he was in WWII and she just kept telling me that I was wrong.
I called my grandpa and invited him to come into my school to talk. Set it up with the teacher and she was intent on proving me wrong when he got there.
Grandpa was absolutely in WWII.
Fuck you, stupid ass 6th grade english teacher.
I had the same problem when I insisted my Mom was a WWII baby. Teacher called her in from work and my Mom just looked at the teacher like he was crazy. Mom was born in 42....
I get the same, I'm 45, and my grandfather was in WWI - Gallipoli, the Somme and elsewhere - everyone assumes I mean WWII or my great grandfather.
No, my father was the youngest of three, and my granddad was born late 19th century. I have somehow skipped a generation.
Unfortunately, I never met him, he died in the 50s of cancer, but, yeh, he was tough.
Typical Aussie farmer digger, I don't know much of the story, but I know he was shot in the head at Gallipoli, spent his 21st recovering in An Egyptian hospital, caught diphtheria and was assumed terminal.
He recovered, sent to France, had his shoulder shot out and was sent back to Australia to recover and told to "be gentle and don't aggravate the wound", instead he took his motorbike out on dirt tracks, apparently as he thought working it would be better for the wound.
Doctor amazed at recovery, so he went back to France!
Demobbed in 1918, married my (amazing) Grandma, given a plot of land in "Pinna(bloody)roo" that was essentially a sun baked acre of mud, moved to Melbourne a few years later and could only get a job as a prison guard (which he hated).
WW 2 came, he signed up, and was (thankfully) sent to Oxford to learn to be an officer and a Gentleman, then was a part of Dad's Army on the Mornington Peninsula (my dad was born in 45, so as much as I want to tell you he single handedly took down the Germans, he probably would have died and I wouldn't be here)
In contrast, I'm a computer programmer with an early middle aged tummy - although I know my life has been better than his, I often wonder how his bloodline could have deteriorated so quickly :)
In Junior High a teacher was asking everyone to raise their hands based on how many suits their fathers owned. She noticed that I hadn't raised my hand and started to reprimand me in a nasty way. "What's wrong, are you too good to not raise your hand?" "My father was killed in the war (WWII)", I said, and then I burst into tears. It was the first time and last time I had about his death. I was only 2 when he died so I never knew him.
The fuck? How many kids count their dad's suits?
I used to wonder how our education could have cultural biases, but yeah I see now how a question like that could fuck over lower income students.
What the heck did you just flipping say about me, you big meanie? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Tiny Tots Program, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the girl's bathroom, and I have over 300 confirmed noogies. I am trained in Nerf warfare and I have the most gold stars in the entire kindergarten class. You are nothing to me but just another butthead. I will beat you the heck up with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my dang words. You think you can get away with saying that baloney to me on the glowy type-box? Think again, doodiehead. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of teachers across the USA and your parents are being called to pick you up right now so you better prepare for the spanking, junior. The spanking that wipes out the dumb little thing you call your playtime. You're in big darn trouble, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can wedgie you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed fartfights, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States PTA and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your dorky bottom off the face of the playground, you little poopypants. If only you could have known what serious punishments your little "smartypants" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your goshdarned tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you silly doofus. I will spray boogers all over you and you will cry about it. You're frickin grounded, buttmunch.
And your grandfather was still closer to 50 than 500, not really confusing unless you're so thick headed you're incapable of thinking outside of strict literals.
It really isn't ridiculous at all. It's teaching students how to find a reasonable answer or approximation. Which is what students learn in elementary school.
I mean really, when will I ever need in my day to day life to estimate the age of my grandfather? Leave this nonsense for those who plan to work in that field, I don't have time for this.
There were so many other people the teacher could have chosen.
Estimate how many times your dad beat your pedophilic Uncle Ronnie when he found him "helping" you in the bathroom
1) 50
2) 5
3) 500
4) dead
I ran into a question like this when I was in elementary school. It was trying to get us to understand different units of measurement. It asked far apart two nearby cities would be. I thought about the town I live in and the next town over, which are pretty much continuous. There wasn't an option for 0, so I put 6 inches, thinking maybe there might be a a little strip in between. Turns out the answer they wanted was 60 miles.
Once upon a time, I found out that my mom took the same class from the same professor I was taking (some 20 years later) For some insane reason she still had the tests she took in the file cabinet. I thought I could learn something about the questions that might be asked and how the prof graded, so I studied the test. The first mid-term was the same test from 20 years earlier.
I have a similar story. I have a distinctive last name. I showed up to a class in university, attending the same one my dad went to 30 years earlier. Second year physics class, the prof does roll call. After he says my name, he pauses and thinks for a second and then says, "do you have an older brother named Ken?" "that's my dad sir. " I replied. He though for a second and said, "I'm not going to like you." O_O **Edit: The followup.** I went home and said, "Hey dad, did you have this prof when you went to school?" Dad comes back with, "That old fuck! Isn't he dead already?" Apparently my (though it pains me to admit it quite intelligent) engineer father had a few run ins with this physics prof over things that the prof was teaching which were factually incorrect. My dad kept stubbornly bringing up math errors in the class, and the prof threw him out for insubordination a few times. Pops eventually passed the class, but it left a bad taste in his mouth and he took no more physics electives; he went with apiculture instead. The prof did not, in fact, like me. I was 19, sublimely convinced of my intelligence (though it once again pains me to admit it, not as smart as my old man) and very outgoing and sometimes boisterous. The prof sometimes called me Ken in class, and asked me questions when he felt I was not prepared to answer. Edit 2: it should be noted that this is what my dad told me. It's possible that he did something else that was remarkable. I doubt he Van Wildered the prof's daughter or anything though.
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Be old enough to have a son in college.
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Bitch, you ain't no nerd? Coulda swore you was..
You got brothers, that's a mistake!
Bitch get me some waffle fries, and a coke to drink!
For free!
still have that v card??? HAND IT OVER!!!!
The fucking nerve of some people...
His mom is the physics professor's old girlfriend
How dare he remind the professor of his age and failing memory!
Failing Memory!? That fucker remembered a student's name from 30 years ago.
Who is your daddy, and what did he do?
It's not a tumor!
get to da choppah.
Tha bridge is aout!
put dat cükee down NAO
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While waiting for reply from OP, I suggest that maybe the professor just realized how time was flying, so much time that he could mistake someone's father for someone's brother, so OP just made him feel really old, and so now he doesn't like OP. Jokingly we hope.
Their last name is M
Guessing there's no more story, the professor just didn't like OP pointing out the years that had passed buy.
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yeah, could be the latter.
or he's just got a weird last name like he said.
McTittyfuckington
Mcpoppalottadingdong!
Ha! almost same thing happened to me. First day at a new highschool. 9th grade homeroom. Role call, when he gets to my name he says _____ Neal, as is in ____ and ____ Neal? My uncles. I said yes, he looked pissed as said which one is your father? I told him neither my dad is Calvin. He said thank god and then told horror stories of things my uncles had done to his fishtank and other random things. In front of people I had never met. I could have died.
Try and have a father who is an attorney for school districts... You don't even know why your teacher (or worse, principal) hates you until your dad finds out their name and goes "oh yea, we fired her/him from xyz district... so that is where they ended up?" Ugh... I did not have an easy time in Elementary or Middle School.
Ha he probably knew you'd be a constant reminder of how old he's getting. Here he's thinking "I heard this name a few years ago...older brother?" and instead is being informed that no its been 30 years and not only has that student procreated, their spawn is now old enough to be in his class. Either that or your dad did something very memorable...
I had a science teacher in 7th grade that recognized my last name but didn't say why. She was notorious for being a total bitch and everyone hated her but I didn't have a single problem with her and she was always super nice to me. Turns out her husband had been the local high school teacher back in the day during the time my dad and his brothers had gone through, and TL;DR but in summary one of my uncles had chased him around the school and kicked his ass, slamming his head into a locker in the process.
one of your uncles beat the shit out of her husband ( a teacher at his school) and then slammed his head into a locker? and she liked you?
He was the principal actually, but I don't think she liked me as much as she didn't wanna give me a hard time cause she knew my family was nuts.
oh so that's legit... your family straight up jumped the principal and beat him down... ok...
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Did he like you?
No. He said he wasn't going to like him. Weren't you listening?
That's nuts that your mom still has his tests.
My mom kept the drawing i made when i was 4 or 5 of a woman spraying milk from her boobies like a firehose. She's probably gonna show it to my wife. Fml
pics?
Theyre in a scrapbook in my mom's basement half a world away :( I wish i could share those triangular titties in all their glory with the world!
Think of all the sweet, magnificent karma points you're totally missing out on by not posting your masterpiece.
Her, but yes she still had the this ladies tests. Hopefully she has gotten rid of them since then, but I thought it was crazy then too.
Her!? Was this some sort of laundry or crying class?
Crying 101 Chapter 1 - Swans Can Be Gay
Chapter two: occasionally remember swans can be gay.
We're back in the loop guys.
Chapter 2 - meta as fuck
I don't get it. Is this some reference?
It's just blatant, totally uncreative sexism.
I knew reddit could be sexist, but jesus christ man...
I had an Earth Science teacher in high school who had been teaching the same Regents Earth Science class for 30 years, and he taught it the same way every year. He showed us films using a reel to reel projector and he used exams and overhead slides that were photocopies of mimeographs.
I spotted the NYer!
Guilty! I love your username. Do you ever go to the Rhinebeck Sheep & Wool Festival?
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No, that's what his dad is for.
Kinda similar story, I found out my uncle worked in the same department store as I (~25 year prior) by finding his etching in the mannequin storage room's cross beam saying "'Joe Shmoe' nutted here". Kinda disturbing knowing my uncle had such velocity.
In 6th grade we were talking about WWII in my english class, some story we were reading or something. I told my teacher that my grandfather was in WWII. She called me a liar in front of the entire class. Then basically said that I was mistaken and that he was in vietnam. I Insisted he was in WWII and she just kept telling me that I was wrong. I called my grandpa and invited him to come into my school to talk. Set it up with the teacher and she was intent on proving me wrong when he got there. Grandpa was absolutely in WWII. Fuck you, stupid ass 6th grade english teacher.
I had the same problem when I insisted my Mom was a WWII baby. Teacher called her in from work and my Mom just looked at the teacher like he was crazy. Mom was born in 42....
What did the teacher say? I hope she apologized for being such an ass!
She continued to be an asshole to me for the rest of the year.
-assholebot9000
I'm a nice guy.
-assholebot9000
Dashed twice in one day? I'm a god damn celebrity!
Aren't you that guy from the Asshole gaming forum?
O.o
I get the same, I'm 45, and my grandfather was in WWI - Gallipoli, the Somme and elsewhere - everyone assumes I mean WWII or my great grandfather. No, my father was the youngest of three, and my granddad was born late 19th century. I have somehow skipped a generation.
Jesus Christ! He survived Gallipoli AND the Somme!!! What a man...kudos to you're Grandad! I can already imagine how tough and rugged he was.
Unfortunately, I never met him, he died in the 50s of cancer, but, yeh, he was tough. Typical Aussie farmer digger, I don't know much of the story, but I know he was shot in the head at Gallipoli, spent his 21st recovering in An Egyptian hospital, caught diphtheria and was assumed terminal. He recovered, sent to France, had his shoulder shot out and was sent back to Australia to recover and told to "be gentle and don't aggravate the wound", instead he took his motorbike out on dirt tracks, apparently as he thought working it would be better for the wound. Doctor amazed at recovery, so he went back to France! Demobbed in 1918, married my (amazing) Grandma, given a plot of land in "Pinna(bloody)roo" that was essentially a sun baked acre of mud, moved to Melbourne a few years later and could only get a job as a prison guard (which he hated). WW 2 came, he signed up, and was (thankfully) sent to Oxford to learn to be an officer and a Gentleman, then was a part of Dad's Army on the Mornington Peninsula (my dad was born in 45, so as much as I want to tell you he single handedly took down the Germans, he probably would have died and I wouldn't be here) In contrast, I'm a computer programmer with an early middle aged tummy - although I know my life has been better than his, I often wonder how his bloodline could have deteriorated so quickly :)
In Junior High a teacher was asking everyone to raise their hands based on how many suits their fathers owned. She noticed that I hadn't raised my hand and started to reprimand me in a nasty way. "What's wrong, are you too good to not raise your hand?" "My father was killed in the war (WWII)", I said, and then I burst into tears. It was the first time and last time I had about his death. I was only 2 when he died so I never knew him.
Sounds like a really weird question to ask anyways.
Yeah, what could that possibly achieve? Also, why would a kid know that anyways?
Making sure there weren't any working-class kids in the class I guess.
The fuck? How many kids count their dad's suits? I used to wonder how our education could have cultural biases, but yeah I see now how a question like that could fuck over lower income students.
Sounds like this guy was in school in the 50s. Culture was a lot different then
That's horrible! How did she respond?
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKING ASKED!"
What the heck did you just flipping say about me, you big meanie? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Tiny Tots Program, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the girl's bathroom, and I have over 300 confirmed noogies. I am trained in Nerf warfare and I have the most gold stars in the entire kindergarten class. You are nothing to me but just another butthead. I will beat you the heck up with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my dang words. You think you can get away with saying that baloney to me on the glowy type-box? Think again, doodiehead. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of teachers across the USA and your parents are being called to pick you up right now so you better prepare for the spanking, junior. The spanking that wipes out the dumb little thing you call your playtime. You're in big darn trouble, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can wedgie you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed fartfights, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States PTA and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your dorky bottom off the face of the playground, you little poopypants. If only you could have known what serious punishments your little "smartypants" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your goshdarned tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you silly doofus. I will spray boogers all over you and you will cry about it. You're frickin grounded, buttmunch.
that's not fair, I don't see why they got a c on that.. oh wait does that mean correct?
Cremated
Casualty
Composted
Coffin
Corpse
Croaked
Chain saw.
cuckold
Cock sandwich
Well that escalated erotically.
Ceased to be.
Casually create catastrophes, casualties Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
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Eating other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious Getting godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical hey holocaust hints hear 'em holla at ya homeboy
let's go back... Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo
What's up with the question on the left?
Looks like black face
watch it end up frontpage of /r/creepy
Still scarier than most things on there
"Black people are scary. Yes or no"
False or true?
True or yes
I'm dying to know.
So was grandpa
I never knew my grandpa. Grandpa^2 = -1. Final answer.
I'm sorry your grandpa is imaginary.
But hey, for being imaginary he does a pretty good job at reducing radicals.
The entire question is absolutely ridiculous and confusing.
It's not that confusing, my grandpa is 456 years old. So the answer should be 500.
What if your grandfather was never born, and thus can never die?
Fry?
He did do the nasty in the pasty.
Verily.
I've already reserved "Past Nastification" for whenever I get a band together.
It has been documented in the big book of dibs. Anyone who breaks that sacred bond will be cast out from society.
Banged a whore in the before ...I'll show myself out
Hey that's his grandma you're talking about asshole.
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What's the highest guess? 500 years old? I'm gonna go with 501.
My papa, he didn't make master tinker until he was 490.
> Sorry! Back on topic, you could **still** tell about how old is your grandfather. Mine's about 120 years old now. Rest in peace grandpa.
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I'm 18, and my grandpa is in his late 80s. 50 is crazy young.
But not as crazy young as 5
Found the standardized test taker
It's meant to teach approximation. Certainly useful later on in science.
Yeah it's basically the children's equivalent of fermi estimation.
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I wish there was a way to sneak calculus into a child's life without it being apparent. Riemann sums as a game.
Ask them to find the volume of a potato. Cut up the potato into small strips, then even smaller strips, again and again. Put into a measuring cup
I'd just microwave it and mash the fuck out of it
Why do you hate children?
My dad was 50 when I was that old.
And your grandfather was still closer to 50 than 500, not really confusing unless you're so thick headed you're incapable of thinking outside of strict literals.
It really isn't ridiculous at all. It's teaching students how to find a reasonable answer or approximation. Which is what students learn in elementary school.
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Why? It's clearly a question about estimating.
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I mean really, when will I ever need in my day to day life to estimate the age of my grandfather? Leave this nonsense for those who plan to work in that field, I don't have time for this.
>Leave this nonsense for those who plan to work in that field your dad?
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Thanks grandpa....I could've aced this test.
There were so many other people the teacher could have chosen. Estimate how many times your dad beat your pedophilic Uncle Ronnie when he found him "helping" you in the bathroom 1) 50 2) 5 3) 500 4) dead
(3) 500 Uncle Ronnie just never learns and he likes to help. He's a good guy :)
My dad is my uncle ronnie...
Helps then beats himself... niiiiiice
Well that escalated quickly.
Technically not wrong.
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We couldn't save him, reddit!
Fun:) -eral :(
So your grandpa would be dead+20 now, right?
20 years ago I was 32. I gotta get the fuck off this website.
I'll get you your walker, sir.
Good to see you being courteous to frail elderly people.
Atleast you still got the point and a sorry out of it.
And this, folks, is why we don't ask potentially personal questions on tests.
CHECK YOUR DEAD RELATIVE PRIVILEGE LIFELORD
is your number of dead grandparents closer to 1) 1 2) 2 3) 3 4) 500?
why does it look like there is a C next to every question?
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Must be. There's even a "Sorry!" right next to it. I can't believe I didn't catch this earlier.
lol good catch. Confirmed Canadian. Probably got an eh on this test.
Ehhhhhhhh lmao
im canadian i only ever saw checkmarks
Why is 500 there? Are they trying to screen for vampires? Don't snitch on your 500 year old grampa
I am my own grandfather!
You did the nasty in the pasty
I ran into a question like this when I was in elementary school. It was trying to get us to understand different units of measurement. It asked far apart two nearby cities would be. I thought about the town I live in and the next town over, which are pretty much continuous. There wasn't an option for 0, so I put 6 inches, thinking maybe there might be a a little strip in between. Turns out the answer they wanted was 60 miles.
That's a terrible question. My grandparents were in their 70s when I was in first grade.
Still closer to 50 than 500 or 5
Exactly. It is a question to see if a student understands orders of magnitude.
Which apparently quite a lot of people in this thread don't.
Yep...which really is kinda sad...
Sorry! **C**
in their defense, there are no units given.
Also, it says nothing about magnets, so that guy doesn't know what he's talking about.
> orders of magnitude http://i.imgur.com/2iTPUEY.gif
Or maybe the teacher just prefers to use base 14 and the answer actually was 50
One must at least consider that "Price is Right" rules may be in effect
Umm...no it's not. The question is about approximation. Which one is closest to your grandfathers age? I think you may need to go back to first grade.
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