From the desk, from the lockers, he had dread, he just walked in. I got it. Now he's on like 12 guys, so now he just came in too. Okay, let's take some load out. 20 seconds! Extend fast, fast enough, fast enough.  Come on, push it, push it guys.  Keep pushing, keep pushing, keep pushing. Don't stop, 10 seconds, 10 seconds, hurry up. Five, four, three, two, one, that's it.  Pick it up and let's go. Haisha, what's your think of my first competition in the gym? You did pretty good, the fact that you haven't been here like in three weeks, being sick. Because that's the last one, and you know, that's the one you like. You like that one better. 30 seconds, 30 seconds.


In this video, we provide the solution to question number six from practice exam number two from math 1050 in which case we're given three quadratic equations and asked which of these equations have at least one real solution so they could have one solution or two solutions in particular we want to rule out any that have to non real complex solutions and we don't have to solve the equations we just have to recognize the nature of the solution set so I'm going to try to use the discriminant to help me out here so remember the discriminant is this B squared minus 4ac it's the part that shows up inside the the square root of the quadratic form of the radicand there and so for the first one I write here your discriminant would look like the B of course is the linear coefficient there so 4 squared is 16 minus for the next one we're going to get 4 times 1 times negative 1 notice this is going to equal 20 when you simplify it that is greater than 0 so in this situation you would have two real solutions so we're going to check off I that's going to be part of our list what about to hear double I same basic idea we're going to compute the discriminant we're going to take a negative 12 squared that's going to give us 144 then we're going to subtract from it 4 times 4 times 9 like so for which you know continue with the calculation right here but you're going to actually quickly notice that 4 times 4 times 9 is actually 144 again in which case then you end up with 0 0 still okay that actually means you have exactly one real solution this in retrospect we could see is actually a perfect square trinomial this thing would factor as 2x minus 3 squared you don't need to know that but be aware that is a perfect square trinomial has exactly one real solution it's just the vertex of the parabola thus it's going to be including on our list but you notice here that you know we've already ruled out some of the possibilities since one and two are there you know d could be an answer but it can also be like g what about 3 let's check that one so for the last one here we'll compute the determinant so we're going to get negative 6 squared which is 36 minus 4 times 1 times 12 like so in that situation what do we end up with well 4 times 12 is 48 so you're going to get 36 minus 48 this already we already know is negative at this moment but if you want to finish it up you're going to get another 12 it's less than zero since the discriminant is negative that means there's no real solution so we don't get to therefore since one and two have two and one solutions respectively and three does not we see the correct answer be choice d one and two have real solutions number three has no real solutions


Habits What is a habit? Why should you have habits? Let's talk about that. First of all, I'd like to say that there are three types of habits. Good habits, bad habits, and the neutral ones. An English writer, Samuel Smiles once said, Sower thought and you reap an act. Sower an act and you reap a habit.  Sower a character and you reap a destiny. I think we should keep this quote in mind because it's how habits work. They are the builders of our character, and our character is the builder of our achievements. Our achievements are the builders of our destiny. Good habits prevent people from making bad things. Bad habits prevent people from making good things. The earlier you realize this fact, the better. There are some people who are self-disciplined. They are most likely high achievers at school or work. It seems that they are lucky or more gifted than others, but perhaps their secret is a habit of working day after day in order to achieve their goals. Have you heard about time management? It's a set of techniques which help you to develop useful habits. If you improve your self-discipline, you will be able to become self-organized. After you become self-organized, you will be able to achieve your goals much faster. The faster you learn to achieve a little goal, the closer is your big success.


Section 11 of Three Soldiers Henslow poured wine from a brown earthen crock into the glasses, where it shimmered a bright, thin red the colour of currents. Soldiers leaned back in his chair and looked through half-closed eyes at the table with its white cloth and little burnt umber loaves of bread, and out of the window at the square dimly lit by lemon-yellow gas lamps, and at the dark gables of the little houses that huddled round it.  A stove hummed faintly in the middle of the room, and from the half-open kitchen door came ruddy light and the sound of something frying. On the wall, in brownish colours that seemed to have taken warmth from all the rich sense of food they had absorbed since the day of their painting, were scenes of the boot, as it was fancied to have once been, with windmills and wide fields. I want to travel, Henslow was saying, dragging out his words drowsily, Abyssinia, Patagonia, Turkestan, the Caucasus, anywhere and everywhere. What do you say you and I go out to New Zealand and raise sheep? But why not stay here? There can't be anywhere as wonderful as this. Then I'll put off starting for New Guinea for a week. But hell, I'll go crazy staying anywhere after this. It's got into my blood, all this murder. It's made a wanderer of me, that's what it's done. I'm an adventurer. God, I wish it had made me into anything so interesting. Tie a rock onto your scruples and throw them off the pond nerf and set out. Oh boy, this is the golden age for living by your wits. You're not out of the army yet. I should worry. I'll join the Red Cross. How? I've got a tip about it.   There are two ways. Oh, but let me tell you later, let's talk about something worthwhile. So you write music, do you? Andrews nodded. An omelet lay between them, pale golden yellow with flecks of green. A few amber bubbles of burnt butter still clustered round the edges. Talk about tone poems, said Henslow.  Henslow took a gulp of wine and laughed up roriously. That's the joke! They ate in silence for a little while. They could hear the couple opposite them talking in low, soft voices. The stove purred, and from the kitchen came a sound of something being beaten in a bowl. Andrews leaned back in his chair. This is so wonderfully quiet and mellow, he said. It is so easy to forget that there's any joy at all in life. Rod, it's a circus parade. Have you ever seen anything drearier than a circus parade? One of those jokes that just aren't funny. Justine, encore du vin, called Henslow. So you know her name? I live here. The boot is the boss on the middle of the shield. It's the axle of the wheel. That's why it's so quiet, like the center of a cyclone. Of a vast, whirling, road-recircus parade. Justine, with her red hands that had washed so many dishes, off which other people had dined well, put down before them a scarlet long goose of which claws and feelers sprawled over the tablecloth that already had a few purplish stains of wine. The sauce was yellow and fluffy like the breast of a canary bird.  I'd almost be willing to be shot at the end of the year if I could live up here all that time with a piano and a million sheets of music paper. It would be worth it. But this is a place to come back to. Imagine coming back here after the highlands of Tibet, where you'd nearly got drowned and scalped and had made love to the daughter of an Afghan chief, who had red lips smeared with Lukumi so that the sweet taste stayed in your mouth. Henslow stroked softly his little brown moustache. But what's the use of just seeing and feeling things if you can't express them? What's the use of living it all? For the fun of it, man! Damn ends! But the only profound fun I ever have is that Andrews' voice broke. Oh God, I would give up every joy in the world if I could turn out one page that I felt was adequate. Do you know, it's years since I've talked to anybody. They both stared silently out of the window at the fog that was packed tightly against it like cotton wool, only softer and a greenish gold color. The MPs sure won't get us tonight, said Henslow, banging his fist gently on the table. I've got a great mind to go to the Rue Saint-Anne and leave my card on the provost marshal. God damn, do you remember that man who took the bite out of our wine bottle? He didn't give a hoot in hell, did he? Talk about expression. Why don't you express that? I think that's the turning point of your career. That's what made you come to Paris. You can't deny it. They both laughed loudly, rolling about on their chairs. Andrews caught glints of contagion in the pale violet eyes of the lame boy and in the dark eyes of the girl. Let's tell them about it, he said, laughing, with his face bloodless after the months in the hospital suddenly flushed. Salut! said Henslow, turning round and elevating his glass. Nous rions parce que nous sommes gris de vain gris. Then he told them about the man who ate glass. He got to his feet and recounted slowly in his drawing voice with gestures. Justine stood by with a dish full of stuffed tomatoes of which the red skins showed vaguely through a mantle of dark brown sauce. When she smiled, her cheeks puffed out and gave her face a little of the look of a white cat. And you live here? asked Andrews after they had all laughed. Always, it is not often that I go down to town. It's so difficult. I have a withered leg. He smiled brilliantly like a child telling about a new toy. And you? How could I be anywhere else? answered the girl. It's a misfortune, but there it is. She tapped with the crutch on the floor, making a sound like someone walking with it. The boy laughed and tightened his arm round her shoulder. I should like to live here, said Andrews simply. Why don't you? But don't you see he's a soldier? whispered the girl hurriedly. A frown wrinkled the boy's forehead. Well, it wasn't by choice, I suppose, he said. Andrews was silent. Unaccountable shame took possession of him before these people who had never been soldiers, who would never be soldiers. The Greeks used to say, he said bitterly, using a phrase that had been a long time on his mind, that when a man became a slave, on the first day he lost one half of his virtue. When a man becomes a slave, repeated the lame boy softly, on the first day he loses one half of his virtue. What's the use of virtue? It is love you need, said the girl. I've eaten your tomato, friend Andrews, said Henslow. Justine will get us some more. He poured out the last of the wine that half filled each of the glasses with its thin sparkle, the color of red currents. Outside the fog had blotted everything out in even darkness, which grew vaguely yellow and red near the sparsely scattered street lamps. Andrews and Henslow felt their way blindly down the long gleaming flights of steps that led from the quiet darkness of the boot through the confused lights and noises of more crowded streets. The fog caught in their throats and tinkled in their noses and brushed against their cheeks like moist hands. Why did we go away from that restaurant? I'd like to have talked to those people some more, said Andrews. We haven't had any coffee, either. But, man, we're in Paris. We're not going to be here long. We can't afford to stay all the time in one place. It's nearly closing time already. The boy was a painter. He said he lived by making toys. He whittles out wooden elephants and camels for Noah's arks. Did you hear that? They were walking fast down a straight sloping street. Below them already appeared the golden glare of a boulevard. Andrews went on talking, almost to himself. What a wonderful life that would be to live up here in a small room that would overlook the great, rosy expanse of the city.  A quiet mellow existence. Think of my life beside it. Slaving in that iron metallic brazen New York to write ineptitudes about music in the Sunday paper. God! And this! They were sitting down at a table in a noisy cafe full of yellow light flashing in eyes and on glasses and bottles of red lips crushed against the thin hard rims of glasses. Wouldn't you just like to rip it off? Andrews jerked at his tunic with both hands where it bulged out over his chest. Oh, I'd like to make the buttons fly all over the cafe, smashing the liqueur glasses, snapping the faces of all those identified French officers who look so proud of themselves that they survived long enough to be victorious. The coffee's famous here, said Henslow. The only place I ever had it better was at a bistro in Nice on this last permission. Somewhere else again! That's it. Forever and ever, somewhere else. Let's have some prunel. Before the war, prunel. The waiter was a solemn man, with a beard cut like a prime minister's. He came with the bottle held out before him, religiously lifted. His lips pursed with an air of intense application while he poured the white, glinting liquid into the glasses. When he had finished, he held the bottle upside down with a tragic gesture. Not a drop came out. It is the end of the good old times, he said. Damnation to the good old times, said Henslow. Here's to the good old new rough-housy circus parades. I wonder how many people they are good for, those circus parades of yours, said Andrews. Where are you going to spend the night, said Henslow. I don't know, I suppose I can find a hotel or something. Why don't you come with me and see Bert? She probably has friends. I want to wander about alone. Not that I scorn Bert's friends, but I'm so greedy for solitude.  Now and then a taxi dashed past him and clattered off into the obscurity. Scattered groups of people their footsteps hollow in the muffling fog floated about him. He did not care which way he walked, but went on and on, crossing large crowded avenues where the lights embroidered patterns of gold and orange on the fog, rolling in wide deserted squares, diving into narrow streets where other steps sounded sharply for a second now and then, and faded, leaving nothing in his ears when he stopped still to listen, but the city's distant muffled breathing. At last he came out along the river where the fog was densest and coldest and where he could hear faintly the sound of water gurgling past the piers of bridges. The glow of the lights glared and dimmed, glared and dimmed as he walked along, and sometimes he could make out the bare branches of trees blurred across the halos of the lamps. The fog caressed him soothingly and shadows kept flicking past him, giving him glimpses of smooth curves of cheeks and glints of eyes bright from the mist and darkness. Friendly, familiar people seemed to fill the fog just out of his sight. The muffled murmur of the city stirred him like the sound of the voices of friends. Only girl at the crossroads singing under her street lamp to the patrician pulling roses to pieces from the height of her litter. All the imagining of your desire. The murmur of life about him kept forming itself into long, modulated sentences in his ears. Sentences that gave him by their form a sense of quiet well-being, as if you were looking at a low relief of people dancing, carved out of perian in some workshop in Attica. Once he stopped and leaned for a long while against the moisture-beated stern of a street lamp. Two shadows defined, as they strolled towards him, into the forms of a pale boy and a bare-headed girl, walking tightly laced in each other's arms. The boy limped a little, and his violet eyes were contracted to wistfulness.  But when he reached the full glow of the lamp, Andrews saw that he was mistaken. They were not the boy and girl he had talked to on the boot. He walked off hurriedly, and plunged again into torturous streets, where he strode over the cobblestone pavements, shopping now and then to peer through the window of a shop at the light in the rear, where a group of people sat quietly about a table under a light, or into a bar where a tired little boy with heavy eyelids and sleeves rolled up from thin gray arms was washing glasses, or an old woman, a shapeless bundle of black clothes, was swabbing the floor. From doorways he heard talking and soft laughs. Upper windows sent yellow rays of light across the fog. In one doorway the vague light from a lamp bracketed in the wall showed two figures, pressed into one by their close embrace. As Andrews walked past his heavy army boots, clattering loud on the wet pavement, they lifted their heads slowly. The boy had violet eyes and pale beardless cheeks. The girl was bare-headed and kept her brown eyes fixed on the boy's face. Andrews's heart thumped within him. At last he had found them. He made a step towards them, and then strode on, losing himself fast in the cool, facing fog. Again he had been mistaken.  From the girl at the singing under her street lamp. And he walked on alone through the drifting fog. Four Andrews left the station reluctantly, shivering in the raw gray mist under which the houses of the village street and the rows of motor trucks and the few figures of French soldiers swaved in long, formless coats, showed as vague dark blurs in the confused dawn light. His body felt flushed and sticky from a night spent huddled in the warm, fetid air of an overcrowded compartment. He yawned and stretched himself and stood irresolutely in the middle of the street with his pack biting into his shoulders. Out of sight, behind the dark mass in which a few ruddy lights glowed of the station buildings, the engine whistled and the train clanked off into the distance. Andrews listened to its faint reverberation through the mist with a sick feeling of despair. It was the train that had brought him from Paris back to his division. As he stood shivering in the gray mist, he remembered the curious, sparing reluctance he used to suffer when he went back to boarding school after a holiday. How he used to go from the station to the school by the longest road possible, taking frantic account of every moment of liberty left him. Today his feet had the same leaden reluctance as when they used to all but refuse to take him up the long sandy hill to the school. He wandered aimlessly for a while about the silent village, hoping to find a café where he could sit for a few minutes to take a last look at himself before plunging again into the groveling promiscuity of the army. Not a light showed. All the shutters of the shabby little brick and plaster houses were closed. With dull, springless steps he walked down the road they had pointed out to him from the RTO. Overhead the sky was brightening, giving the mist that clung to the earth in every direction and every billowing outlines. The frozen road gave out a faint, hard resonance under his footsteps. Occasionally the silhouette of a tree by the roadside loomed up in the mist ahead, its uppermost branches clear and ruddy with sunlight. Andrews was telling himself that the war was over, and that in a few months he would be free in any case. What did a few months more or less matter? His thoughts were swept recklessly away in a blind panic that was like a stampede of wild steers within him. There was no arguing. His spirit was contorted with revolt so that his flesh twitched and dark splotches danced before his eyes. He wondered vaguely whether he had gone mad. Enormous plans kept rising up out of the tumult of his mind and dissolving suddenly like smoke in a high wind. He would run away, and if they caught him kill himself. He would start a mutiny in his company. He would lash all these men to frenzy by his words so that they too should refuse to form into guns, so that they should laugh when the officers got red in the face shouting orders at them, so that the whole division should march off over the frosty hills without arms, without flags, calling all the men of all the armies to join them, to march on singing to laugh the nightmare out of their blood. Would not some lightning flash of vision sear people's consciousness into life again? What was the good of stopping the war if the armies continued? But that was just rhetoric. His mind was flooding itself with rhetoric that it might keep its sanity.  And all the while his hard footsteps along the frozen road beat in his ears bringing him nearer to the village where his division was quartered. He was climbing a long hill. The mist thinned about him and became brilliant with sunlight. Then he was walking in the full sun over the crest of a hill with pale blue sky above his head. Beyond him and before him were mist filled valleys and beyond other ranges of long hills. With reddish violet patches of woodland glowing faintly in the sunlight. In the valley at his feet he could see in the shadows of the hill he stood on a church tower and a few roofs rising out of the mist as out of water. Among the houses bugles were blowing mess-call. The jauntiness of the brassy notes ringing up through the silence was agony to him. How long the day would be. He looked at his watch. It was seven thirty. How did they come to be having mess so late? The mist seemed doubly cold and dark when he was buried in it again after his moment of sunlight. The sweat was chilled on his face and streaks of cold went through his clothes soaked from the effort of carrying the pack. In the village street Andrews met a man he did not know and asked him where the office was. The man, who was chewing something, pointed silently to a house with green shutters on the opposite side of the street. At a desk sat Chrisfield smoking a cigarette. When he jumped up Andrews noticed that he had a corporal's two stripes on his arm. Hello, Andy. They shook hands warmly.  Sure, I'm fine, said Andrews. A sudden constraint fell upon them. That's good, said Chrisfield.  Mm-hmm, made me more in a month ago. They were silent. Chrisfield sat down in his chair again. What sort of a town is this? It's a hellhole, this dump is a hellhole. That's nice. Go to move soon, tell me. Army occupation. But I had not to have told you that. Don't tell any of the fellows. Where's the outfit quartered? You won't know it. We've got fifteen new men. No account, all of them. Second draft men. Civilians in the town? You bet. Come with me, Andy, and I'll tell them to give you some grub at the cook shack. No, wait a minute, you'll miss the hike. Hikes every day since the goddamn armistice. They sent out a general order telling him to double up on the drill. They heard a voice shouting orders outside and the narrow street filled up suddenly with the sound of boots beating the ground in unison. Andrews kept his back to the window. Something in his legs seemed to be tramping in time with the other legs. There they go, said Chrisfield, loots with him today. Want some grub? If it ain't been punk since the armistice. The why hut was empty and dark. Through the grimy window panes could be seen fields and a leaden sky full of heavy, ochrous light in which the leafless trees and the fields full of stubble were different shades of dead, grayish brown. Andrews sat at the piano without playing. He was thinking how once he had thought to express all the cramped boredom of this life. The thwarted limbs regimented together lashed into straight lines, the monotony of servitude. Unconsciously as he thought of it, the fingers of one hand sought a chord which jangled in the badly tuned piano. God, how silly! he muttered aloud, pulling his hands away. Suddenly he began to play snatches of things he knew, distorting them, willfully mutating the rhythm, mixing into them snatches of ragtime. The piano jangled under his hands, filling the empty hut with clamour. He stopped suddenly, letting his fingers slide from base to treble, and began to play an earnest. There was a cough behind him that had an artificial, discreet ring to it. He went on playing without turning round. Then a voice said, Beautiful, beautiful. Andrews turned round to find himself staring into a face of vaguely triangular shape with a wide forehead and prominent eyelids over protruding brown eyes. The man wore a YMCA uniform which was very tight for him so that there were creases running from each button across the front of his tunic. Oh, do go on playing. It's years since I heard any Debussy. It wasn't Debussy. No, it wasn't. Anyway, it was just lovely. Do go on. I'll just stand here and listen. Andrews went on playing for a moment, made a mistake, started over, made the same mistake, banged on the keys with his fist and turned round again. I can't play, he said peevishly. Oh, you can, my boy, you can! Where did you learn? I would give a million dollars to play like that if I had it. Andrews glared at him silently. You're one of the men just back from hospital, I presume. Yes, worse luck. Oh, I don't blame you. These French towns are the dullest places, though I just love France, don't you? The Y-man had a faintly whining voice. Anywhere is dull in the army. Look, we must get to know each other real well. My name's Spencer Sheffield, Spencer B. Sheffield, and between you and me there's not a soul in the division you can talk to. It's dreadful not to have intellectual people about one. I suppose you're from New York. Andrews nodded. Mm-hmm, so am I. You've probably read some of my things in vain endeavor. What? You've never read vain endeavor? I guess you don't go round with the intellectual set. Most people often don't. Of course, I don't mean the village. All anarchists and society women there. I've never gone around with any set and I never, I never mind, we'll fix that when we get back to New York. And now you just sit down at that piano and play me Debussy's Arabesque. I know you love it just as much as I do. But first, what's your name? Andrews. Folks come from Virginia? Yes, Andrews got to his feet. Then you're related to the Penultons. I may be related to the Kaiser for all I know. The Penultons, that's it. You see my mother was a Miss Spencer from Spencer Falls, Virginia, and her mother was a Miss Penulton, so you and I are cousins. Now isn't that a coincidence? Distant cousins, but I must go back to the barracks. Come and see me any time, Spencer B. Sheffield shouted after him. You know where, back of the shack, and knock twice so I'll know it's you. Outside the house where he was quartered, Andrews met the new top sergeant. A lean man with spectacles and a little moustache of the color and texture of a scrubbing brush. Here's a letter for you, the top sergeant said. Better look at the new KP list I've just posted. The letter was from Henslow. Andrews read it with a smile of pleasure in the faint afternoon light, remembering Henslow's constant, drawling talk about distant places he had never been to, and the man who had eaten glass, and the day and a half in Paris. Andy, the letter began. I've got the dope at last. Courses begin in Paris, February 15th. Apply it once to your CO to study something at University of Paris. Any amount of lies will go. Apply all pull possible via sergeants, lieutenants, and their mistresses and laundresses. Yours, Henslow. His heart thumping, Andrews ran after the sergeant, passing, in his excitement, a lieutenant without saluting him. Look here, snarled the lieutenant. Andrews saluted and stood stiffly at attention. Why didn't you salute me? I was in a hurry, sir, and didn't see you. I was going on very urgent company business, sir. Remember that just because the armistice is signed, you needn't think you're out of the army. At ease. Andrews saluted. The lieutenant saluted, turned swiftly on his heel and walked away. Andrews caught up to the sergeant. Sergeant Coffin, can I speak to you a minute?  Have you heard anything about this army student's corps to send men to universities here in France? Something the YMCA is getting up. Can't be for enlisted men. No, I ain't heard a word about it. Do you want to go to school again? If I get a chance to finish my course. College, man, are you? So am I. Well, I'll let you know if I get any general order about it. Can't do anything without getting a general order about it. Looks to me like it's all a bushwha. I guess you're right. The street was gray dark, stung by a sense of impotence, surging with despairing rebelliousness. Andrews hurried back towards the buildings where the company was quartered. He would be late for mass. The gray street was deserted. From a window here and there, ruddy light streamed out to make a glowing oblong on the wall of a house opposite.  Look here, Toby, didn't our outfit see hotter work than any goddamn engineers? Toby had just stepped into the cafe, a tall man with a brown bulldog face and a scar on his left cheek. He spoke rarely and solemnly with a main coast Yankee twang. I reckon so, was all he said. He sat down on the bench beside the other man who went on bitterly. I guess you would reckon so.  Ditch diggers? The engineer banged his fist down on the table. His lean, pickled face was a furious red. I guess we don't dig half so many ditches as the infantry does, and when we've dug them we don't crawl into them and stay there like goddamn cotton-tailed jackrabbits. You guys don't get near enough to the front. Like goddamn cotton-tailed jackrabbits shouted the pickled-faced engineer again, roaring with laughter. Ain't that so? He looked round the room for approval. The benches at the two long tables were filled with infantrymen who looked at him angrily, noticing suddenly that he had no support. He moderated his voice.  There warn't no barbed wire strung in the Oregon forest where we was, boy. What do you want barbed wire when you're advancing for?  Check him up, Joe, said Toby, suddenly showing an interest in the conversation. All right, it's a go. We had 15 killed and 20 wounded, announced the engineer triumphantly. How badly wounded. What's that to you? Hand over the cognac? Like hell, we had 15 killed and 20 wounded too, didn't we, Toby? I reckon you're right, said Toby. Ain't I right? asked the other man addressing the company generally. Sure, goddamn right, muttered voices. Well, I guess it's all off then, said the engineer. No it ain't, said Toby, reckon up your wounded. The fella who's got the worst wounded takes the cognac, ain't that fair? Sure. We've had seven fellas sent home already, said the engineer. We've had eight, ain't we? Sure, growled everybody in the room. How bad was they? Two of them was blind, said Toby. Hell, said the engineer, jumping to his feet as if taking a trick at poker. We had a guy who was sent home without arms nor legs, and three fellas got TB from being gassed. John Andrews had been sitting in a corner of the room. He got up. Something had made him think of the man he had known in the hospital, who had said that was the life to make a fella feel fit. Getting up at three o'clock in the morning, he jumped out of bed just like a cat. He remembered how the olive drab trousers had dangled, empty from the man's chair. That's nothing one of our sergeants had to have a new nose grafted on. The village street was dark and deeply rutted with mud. Andrews wandered up and down aimlessly. There was only one other café. That would be just like this one. He couldn't go back to the desolate barn where he slept. It would be too early to go to sleep. A cold wind blew down the street, and the sky was full of vague movement of dark clouds. The partly frozen mud clotted about his feet as he walked along. He could feel the water penetrating his shoes. Opposite the YMCA hut at the end of the street, he stopped. After a moment's indecision, he gave a little laugh and walked round to the back where the door of the Y-man's room was. He knocked twice, half hoping there would be no reply. Sheffield's whining, high-pitched voice said, Who is it? Andrews. Come right in. You're just the man I wanted to see. Andrews stood with his hand on the knob. Do sit down and make yourself right at home. Spencer Sheffield was sitting at a little desk in a room with walls of unplanned boards and one small window. Behind the desk were piles of cracker boxes and cardboard cases of cigarettes, but in the midst of them a little opening like that of a railway ticket office, in the wall through which the Y-man sold his commodities to the long lines of men who would stand for hours waiting meekly in the room beyond. Andrews was looking round for a chair. Oh, I just forgot.  Well, that's alright. What I wanted to ask you was, do you know anything about, Look, do you come into my room, interrupted Sheffield? I've got such a nice sitting room with an open fire just next to Lieutenant Leeser and there we'll talk about everything. I'm just dying to talk to somebody about the things of the spirit. Do you know anything about a scheme for sending enlisted men to French universities? Men who have not finished their courses. Would that be just fine? I tell you, boy, there's nothing like the U.S. government to think of things like that. But have you heard anything about it? No, but I surely shall. Do you mind switching the light off? That's it. Now, just follow me. Oh, I do need a rest. I've been working dreadfully hard since that Knights of Columbus man came down here. Isn't it hateful the way they try to run down the Y? Now we can have a nice long talk. You must tell me all about yourself. But you really don't know anything about that university scheme. They say it begins February 15th, Andrews said in a low voice. I'll ask Lieutenant Leeser if he knows anything about it, said Sheffield soothingly, throwing an arm around Andrews' shoulder and pushing him in the door ahead of him. They went through a dark hall to a little room where a fire burned brilliantly in the hearth, building up with tongues of red and yellow, a square black walnut table with two heavy armchairs with leather backs and bottoms that shone like lacquer. This is wonderful, said Andrews involuntarily. Romantic, I call it, makes you think of Dickens, doesn't it, and Locksley Hall. Yes, said Andrews vaguely. Have you been in France long? asked Andrews, putting himself in one of the chairs and looking into the dancing flames of the logged fire. Were you smoke? he handed Sheffield a crumpled cigarette. No thanks, I only smoke special kinds. I have a weak heart. That's why I was rejected from the army. Oh, but I think it was superb of you to join as a private. It was my dream to do that, to be one of the nameless marching throng. I think it was damn foolish not to say criminal, said Andrews sullenly, still staring into the fire. You can't mean that, or do you mean that you think you had abilities which would have been worth more to your country in another position? I have many friends who felt that. No, I don't think it's right of a man to go back on himself. I don't think butchering people ever does any good. I have acted as if I did think it did good. Out of carelessness or cowardice, one or the other, that I think bad. You mustn't talk that way, said Sheffield hurriedly.  He asked the question with a jaunty, confidential air. I used to play the piano a little, if that's what you mean, said Andrews. Music has never been the art I had most interest in, but many things have moved me intensely. Debussy and those beautiful little things of naivans, you must know them. Poetry has been more my field. When I was young, younger than you are, quite a lad. Oh, if only we could stay young. I am thirty-two. I don't see that youth by itself is worth much. It's the most superb medium there is, though, for other things, said Andrews. Well, I must go, you said. If you do hear anything about that university scheme, you will let me know, won't you? Indeed I shall, dear boy, indeed I shall. They shook hands in jerky dramatic fashion, and Andrews stumbled down the dark hall to the door. When he stood out in the raw night air again, he drew a deep breath. By the light that streamed out from a window, he looked at his watch. There was time to go to the regimental sergeant major's office before tattoo. At the opposite end of the village street from the YMCA hut was a cube-shaped house, set a little apart from the rest in the middle of a broad lawn, which the constant crossing and recrossing of a staff of cars and trains of motor trucks had turned into a muddy morass in which the wheel tracks criss-crossed in every direction. A narrow boardwalk led from the main road to the door. In the middle of this walk Andrews met a captain and automatically got off into the mud and saluted. The regimental office was a large room that had once been decorated by wane and ill-drawn mural paintings in the manner of Puvida Chavan, but the walls had been so chipped and soiled by five years of military occupation, that they were barely recognizable. Only a few bits of bare-flash and floating vapory showed here and there above the maps and notices that were tacked on the walls. At the end of the room a group of nymphs in Nile Green and pastel blue could be seen emerging from under a French war-lone poster. The ceiling was adorned with an oval of flowers and little plaster cupids in low relief, which had also suffered and in places showed the last. The office was nearly empty. The littered desks and silent typewriters gave a strange air of desolation to the gutted drawing-room. Andrews walked boldly to the furthest desk, where a little red card leaning against the typewriter said, Regimental Sergeant Major. Behind the desk, crouched over a heap of typewritten reports, sat a little man with scanty, sandy hair who fixed up his eyes and smiled when Andrews approached the desk. Well, did you fix it up for me? He asked. Fix what? Said Andrews. Oh, I thought you were someone else. The smile left the Regimental Sergeant Major's thin lips. What do you want? Why, Regimental Sergeant Major, can you tell me anything about a scheme to send enlisted men to colleges over here? Can you tell me who to apply to? According to what general orders? And who told you to come and see me about it anyway? Have you heard anything about it? No, nothing definite. I'm busy now, anyway. Ask one of your own non-coms to find out about it. He crouched once more over the papers. Andrews was walking towards the door, flushing with annoyance, when he saw that the man at the desk by the window was jerking his head in a peculiar manner, just in the direction of the Regimental Sergeant Major, and then towards the door. Andrews smiled at him and nodded. Outside the door, where an orderly sat on a bench reading a torn Saturday evening post, Andrews waited. The hall was part of what must had been a ballroom, for it had a much-scarred hardwood floor and big spaces of bare plaster framed by gilt and lavender-coloured moldings, which had probably held tapestries. The partition of unplanned boards that formed other offices cut off the major part of a highly decorated ceiling, where cupids with crimson-dobbed bottoms swam in all attitudes in a sea of pink and blue and lavender-coloured clouds, weaving themselves coyly in heavy garlands of waxy, hot-house flowers, while cornucopias, spilling out squishy fruits, gave Andrews a feeling of distinct insecurity as he looked up from below. Say, are you a cap-a-moo? Andrews looked down suddenly and saw in front of him the man who had signaled through him in the regimental sergeant major's office. Are you a cap-a-moo? he asked again. No, not that I know of, stammered Andrews puzzled. What school did you go to? Harvard. Harvard? Guess we haven't got a chapter there. I'm from Northwestern. Anyway, you want to go to school in France here if you can. So do I.  The man frowned, pulled his overseas cap down over his forehead where the hair grew very low and looked about him mysteriously. Yes, he said. They splashed together down the muddy village street. We've got thirteen minutes before tattoo. My name's Walters, what's yours? He's spoken a low voice in short staccato phrases. Andrews. Andrews, you've got to keep this dark. If everybody finds out about it, we're through. It's a shame you're not a cap-a-moo, but college men have got to stick together. That's the way I look at it. Oh, I'll keep it dark enough, said Andrews. It's too good to be true. The general order isn't out yet, but I've seen a preliminary circular. What school do you want to go to? Sorbonne, Paris. That's the stuff. Do you know the back room at Baboon's? Walters turned suddenly to the left up an alley and broke through a hole in a Hawthorne hedge. A guy's got to keep his eyes and ears open if he wants to get anywhere in this army, he said. As they ducked in the back door of a cottage, Andrews caught a glimpse of a billowy line of a tile roof against the lighter darkness of the sky. They sat down on a bench built into a chimney where a few sticks made a splutter of flames. Monsieur Desire, a red-faced girl with a baby in her arms, came up to them. That's Babette. Baboon, I call her, said Walters with a laugh. Chocolat, said Walters. That'll suit me all right. It's my treat, remember. I'm not forgetting it. Now, let's get to business. What you do is this. You write an application. I'll make that out for you on the typewriter tomorrow and you meet me here at eight tomorrow night and I'll give it to you. And hand it into your sergeant, see? This will just be a preliminary application. When the order's out, you'll have to make another. The woman, this time without the baby, appeared out of the darkness of the room with a candle and two cracked bowls from which steam rose, faint primrose color in the candlelight. Walters drank his bull down at a gulp, grunted and went on talking. Give me a cigarette, will you? You'll have to make it out darn soon too because once the order's out, the sergeant will be making out to be a college man. How did you get your tip from a fellow in Paris? You've been to Paris, have you? said Walters admiringly. Is it the way they say it is? Gee, these French are immoral. Look at this woman here. She'll sleep with the fellow as soon as not. Got a baby too. But who do the applications go into? To the colonel or whoever he appoints to handle it. You a Catholic? No. That's the hell of it. The regimental sergeant major is. Well, I guess you haven't noticed the way things run up at divisional headquarters. It's a regular cathedral. Isn't a Mason in it? But I must beat it. Better pretend you don't know me if you meet me on the street, see? All right. Walters hurried out of the door. Andrew sat alone, looking at the flutter of little flames about the pile of sticks on the hearth while he sipped chocolate from the warm ball held between the palms of both hands. He remembered a speech out of some very bad romantic play he had heard when he was very small.  He started to laugh, sliding back and forth on the smooth bench which had been polished by the breeches of generations warming their feet at the fire. The red-faced woman stood with her hands on her hips looking at him in astonishment and laughed and laughed. Michael Gaethe! Michael Gaethe! She kept saying. The straw under him rustled faintly with every sleepy movement Andrews made in his blankets. In a minute the bugle was going to blow and he was going to jump out of his blankets, throw on his clothes, and fall into line for roll call in the black mud of the village street. It couldn't be that only a month had gone by since he had got back from hospital.  Shivering as he stood in line for roll call shuffling in a line that moved slowly past the cook shack shuffling along in another line to throw what was left of his food into garbage cans to wash his mess kit in the greasy water a hundred other men had washed their mess kits in. Lining up to drill to march on along muddy roads spattered by the endless mess and at last being forced by another bugle into his blankets again to sleep heavily while a smell hung in his nostrils of sweating woolen clothing and breathed out air and dusty blankets. In a minute the bugle was going to blow to snatch him out of even these miserable thoughts and throw him into an automaton under other men's orders. Childish spiteful desires surged into his mind.  What nonsense there were other buglers. He wondered how many buglers there were in the army.  The bugle blew with the last jaunty notes a stir went through the barn Corporal Christfield stood on the ladder that led up from the yard his head on the level with the floor shouting shake it up fellas if a guy is late to roll call it's KB for a week as Andrews while buttoning his tunic passed him on the ladder he whispered tell me we're going to see service again Andy army occupation while he stood stiffly at attention waiting to answer when the sergeant called his name Andrews' mind was whirling in crazy circles of anxiety what if they should leave before the general order came on the university plan the application would certainly be lost in the confusion of moving the division and he would be condemned to keep up this life for more dreary weeks and months would any years of work and happiness in some future existence make up for the humiliating agony this servitude dismissed he ran up the ladder to fetch his mess kit and in a few minutes was in line again in the rutted village street where the grey houses were just forming outlines as light crept slowly into the leptin sky while a faint odor of bacon and coffee came to him making him eager for food eager to drown his thoughts in the heaviness of swiftly eaten greasy food and in the warmth of watery coffee gulped down out of a tin curved cup he was telling himself desperately that he must do something that he must make an effort to save himself that he must fight against the deadening routine that numbed him later while he was sweeping the rough board floor of the company's quarters the theme came to him which had come to him long ago in a former incarnation it seemed when he was smearing windows with soap from a gritty sponge along the endless side of the barracks in the training camp time and time again in the past year he had thought of it and dreamed of weaving it into a fabric of sound which would express the trudging monotony of days bowed under the yoke under the yoke that would be a title for it he imagined the sharp tap of the conductor's baton the silence of a crowded hall the first notes rasping bitterly upon the tense ears of men and women but as he tried to concentrate his mind on the music other things intruded upon it blurred it he kept feeling the rhythm of the Queen of Sheba slipping from the shoulders of her godly comparison elephant advancing towards him through the moonlight putting her hand fantastic with rings and long gilded fingernails upon his shoulders so that ripples of delight at all the voluptuous images of his desire went through his whole body making it quiver like a flame yearning for unimaginable things it all muddled into fantastic gibberish into sounds of horns and trombones and double bases blown off key while a piccolo shrilled the first bars of the Star Spangled Banner he stopped sweeping and looked about him daisily he was alone outside he heard a sharp voice call attention he ran down the ladder and fell in at the end of the line under the angry glare of the Lieutenant's small eyes which were placed very close together on either side of a lean nose black and hard like the eyes of a crab the company marched off through the mud to the drill field after retreat Andrews knocked at the door at the back of the YMCA but as there was no reply he strode off with a long determined stride to Sheffield's room in the moment that elapsed between his knock and an answer he could feel his heart thumping a little sweat broke out on his temples why what's the matter boy you look all wrought up said Sheffield holding the door half open and blocking with his lean form entrance to the room may I come in I want to talk to you said Andrews oh I suppose it'll be all right you see I have an officer with me then there was a fluttering Sheffield's voice oh do come in he went on with sudden enthusiasm Lieutenant Blazer is fond of music too Lieutenant this is the boy I was telling you about you must get him to play for us if he had the opportunities I am sure he'd be a famous musician Lieutenant Blazer was a dark youth with a hooked nose and a panned nae his tunic was unbuttoned and he held the cigar in his hand he smiled in an evident attempt to put this enlisted man at his ease yes I'm very fond of music modern music he said leaning against the mantelpiece are you a musician by profession not exactly nearly Andrews thrust his hands into the bottoms of his trouser pockets and looked from one to the other with a certain defiance I suppose you've played in some orchestra how is it you are not in the regimental band no except the Piran the Piran were you at Harvard Andrews nodded so was I isn't that a coincidence said Sheffield I'm so glad I just insisted on your coming in what year were you said Lieutenant Blazer with a faint change of tone drawing a finger along his scant black moustache fifteen I haven't graduated yet said the Lieutenant with a laugh what I wanted to ask you Mr. Sheffield oh my boy my boy you know you've known me long enough to call me Spence broken Sheffield I want to know went on Andrews speaking slowly can you help me to get put on the list to be sent to the University of Paris I know that a list has been made out although the general order has not come yet I am disliked by most of the non-coms and I don't see how I can get on without somebody's help I simply can't go this life any longer Andrews closed his lips firmly and looked at the ground his face flushing well a man of your attainment certainly ought to go said Lieutenant Blazer with a faint tremor of hesitation in his voice I'm going to Oxford myself trust me my boy said Sheffield I'll fix it up for you I promise let's shake hands on it he seized Andrews' hand and pressed it warmly in a moist palm if it's within human power within human power he added well I must go said Lieutenant Blazer suddenly striding to the door I promised the Marquis I'd drop in goodbye take a cigar won't you he held out three cigars in the direction of Andrews no thank you oh don't you think the old aristocracy of France is just too wonderful Lieutenant Blazer goes almost every evening to call on the Marquis to run for movie he says she's just too spiritual for words he often meets the commanding officer there Andrews had dropped into a chair and sat with his face buried in his hands looking through his fingers at the fire where a few white fingers of flame were clutching intermittently at a grey beach log his mind was searching desperately for expedience he got to his feet and shouted truly I can't go this life anymore do you hear that no possible future is worth all this if I can get to Paris alright if not I'll desert and damn the consequences but I've already promised I'll do all I can well do it now interrupted Andrews brutally alright I'll go and see the colonel and tell him what a great musician you are let's go together now but that'll look weird dear boy I don't give a damn come along you can talk to him you seem to be thick with all the officers you must wait till I tidy up said Sheffield alright Andrews strode up and down in the mud in front of the house snapping his fingers with impatience until Sheffield came out then they walked off in silence now wait outside a minute whispered Sheffield when they came to the White House with bare grapefines over the front where the colonel lived after a wait Andrews found himself at the door of a brilliantly lighted drawing room there was a dense smell of cigar smoke the colonel, an elderly man with a benevolent beard stood before him with a coffee cup in his hand Andrews saluted punctiliously they tell me you're quite a pianist sorry I didn't know it before said the colonel in a kindly tone you want to go to Paris to study under this new scheme yes sir what a shame I didn't know before the list of the men going is all made out of course perhaps the last minute if somebody else doesn't go your name can go in the colonel smiled graciously and turned back into the room thank you colonel said Andrews saluting without a word to Sheffield he strode off down the dark village street towards his quarters Andrews stood on the broad village street where the mud was nearly dry and a wind streaked with warmth ruffled the few puddles he was looking into the window of the café to see if there was anyone he knew inside from whom he could borrow money for a drink it was two months since he had had any pay and his pockets were empty the sun had just set on a premature spring afternoon flooding the sky and the grey houses and the tumultuous tiled roofs with warm violet light the faint premonition of the stirring of life in the cold earth that came to Andrews with every breath he drew of the sparkling wind stung his dull boredom to fury it was the first of March he was telling himself over and over again the 15th of February he had expected to be in Paris free or half free at least able to work it was the first of March and here he was still helpless still tied to the monotonous wheel of routine incapable of any real effort spending his spare time wandering like a lost dog up and down the muddy street in the YMCA hut at one end of the village through the church and the fountain in the middle and to the divisional headquarters at the other end then back again looking listlessly into windows staring in people's faces without seeing them he had given up all hope of being sent to Paris he had given up thinking about it or about anything the same dull irritation of despair droned constantly in his head grinding round and round like a broken phonograph record after looking a long while in the window of the café of the brave allier he walked a little down the street and stood in the same position staring into the repos du poilot where a large sign, American spoken blocked up half the window two officers passed his hand snapped up to the salute automatically like a mechanical signal it was nearly dark after a while he began to feel serious coolness in the wind shivered and started to wander aimlessly down the street he recognized Walters coming towards him and was going to pass him without speaking when Walters bumped into him muttered in his ear come to baboons and hurried off with his swift business-like stride Andrews stood irresolutely for a while with his head bent then went with unresilient steps up the alley through the hole into the hedge and into Babette's kitchen there was no fire he stared morosely at the grey ashes until he heard Walters' voice beside him I've got you all fixed up what do you mean? mean? are you sleep Andrews? they've cut a name off the school list, that's all now if you shake a leg and somebody doesn't get in ahead of you you'll be in Paris before you know it that's damn decent of you to come and tell me here's your application said Walters drawing a paper out of his pocket take it to the colonel and doke it and then rush it up to the sergeant major's office yourself they're making out travel orders now so long Walters had vanished Andrews was alone again staring at the grey ashes suddenly he jumped to his feet and hurried off towards headquarters in the anti-room to the colonel's office he waited a long while looking at his boots that were thickly coated with mud those boots will make a bad impression those boots will make a bad impression a voice was saying over and over again inside of him a lieutenant was also waiting to see the colonel a young man with pink cheeks and a milky white forehead who held his hat in one hand with a pair of cocky colored kid gloves and kept passing a hand over his light, well brushed hair Andrews felt dirty and ill-smelling in his badly fitting uniform the sight of this perfect young man in his whip-cord breeches with his manicured nails polished but his exasperated him he would have liked to fight him to prove that he was the better man to out with him to make him forget his rank and his important heir the lieutenant had gone in to see the colonel Andrews found himself reading a chart of some sort tacked up on the wall there were names and dates and figures but he could not make out what it was about all right, go ahead whispered the orderly to him sitting with his cap in his hand before the colonel who was looking at him severely fingering the papers he had on the desk with a heavily veined hand Andrews saluted the colonel made an impatient gesture may I speak to you, colonel, about the school scheme I suppose you've got permission from somebody to come to me no, sir Andrews' mind was struggling to find something to say well, you'd better go and get it but colonel, there isn't time the travel orders are being made out at this minute I've heard that there's been a name crossed out on the list too late but, colonel, you don't know how important it is I'm a musician by trade if I can't get into practice again before being demobilized I shan't be able to get a job I have a mother and an old aunt dependent on me my family has seen better days, you see, sir it's only by being high up in my profession that I can earn enough to give them what they are accustomed to and a man in your position in the world, colonel, must know what even a few months of study in Paris mean to a pianist the colonel smiled let's see your application, he said Andrews handed it to him with a trembling hand the colonel made a few marks on one corner with a pencil now, if you can get that to the sergeant major in time to have your name included in the orders, well and good Andrews saluted and hurried out a sudden feeling of nausea came over him he was hardly able to control a mad desire to tear the paper up the sons of bitches, the sons of bitches he muttered to himself still, he ran all the way to the square isolated building where the regimental office was he stood panting in front of the desk that bore the little red card, regimental sergeant major the regimental sergeant major looked up at him inquiringly here's an application for school at the Sarbonne, sergeant colonel Wilkins told me to run up to you with it said he was very anxious to have it go at once too late, said the regimental sergeant major but the colonel said it had to go in can't help it too late, said the regimental sergeant major Andrews felt the room and the men in their olive drab shirt sleeves and the typewriters and the three nymphs creeping for behind the French war-lone poster were all around his head suddenly he heard a voice behind him is the name Andrews, John, serge? how the hell should I know? said the regimental sergeant major because I've got it in the orders already I don't know how it got in the voice was Walters' voice, staccato and business-like well then why do you want to bother me about it give me that paper the regimental sergeant major dripped the paper out of Andrews' hand and looked at it savagely all right, you leave tomorrow a copy of the orders will go to your company in the morning growled the regimental sergeant major Andrews looked hard at Walters as he went out but got no glance in return when he stood in the air again disgust surged up within him bitterer than before the fury of his humiliation made tears start in his eyes he walked away from the village down the main road splashing carelessly through the puddles slipping in the wet clay of the ditches something within him, like the voice of a wounded man swearing, was winding in his head long strings of filthy names after walking a long while he stopped suddenly with his fists clenched it was completely dark the sky was faintly marbled by a moon behind the clouds on both sides of the road rose the tall grey skeletons of poplars when the sound of his footsteps stopped he heard a faint lisp of running water standing still in the middle of the road he felt his feelings gradually relax he said aloud in a low voice several times you are a damn fool, John Andrews and started walking slowly and thoughtfully back to the village end of section 11


Hey guys, welcome to Archland, so I'm actually going straight to this renewed update I think there was a typo in their previous update So this one, this is actually still the same update, but they changed the daily login mail reward from February 11 to start now. It's starting today February 8 So don't think that it's going to be extended. It was just moved So from February 11 to 14 now, it's going to be from 8 to 11. So they just moved the range Nothing nothing changes including everything that we're gonna be getting. It's just going to be, you know, put in advance So let's move towards Let's go through the game here and And As you can see here in your inbox you actually I think we're able to claim this For you guys you can I already received this So I cannot claim this anymore even if I want to claim it. Oh, I can claim it again Okay, so No rewards here. Hmm. That is funny because I was able to claim To claim already this morning and I claim another one now So that's weird You might encounter this glitch actually I'm not sure if this is going to be today, but I did Claim two rewards today already. So as you can see it is already two So check check again log into the game and check if you have two rewards for today I promise you guys. I already got one Reward from the event this morning before I left the house and now I'm getting another one So this is actually real. I'm not joking. This is the second one. So as you can see I have two Sugar snacks here, which was included so one one for each what they call this one for each As you can see here So they're gonna be one sugar snack So that means that today you might have gotten two sets of rewards. That's amazing I hope this happens tomorrow again two sets of rewards So It's gone early and it gave me two sets of rewards. That is good. That is very very good So I'm up to eight already Okay, so you check yours guys because you might have the same glitch I don't know if it's a glitch or if it's something that they Really, you know, they purposely did Because they made a correction but again you can I got two sets of rewards today for This event here the sugar cookie festival event the login starts today So please check out your inbox and claim If you got one a while in a while a few hours back and you get one now again, then you are lucky So let's go back and The other one is going to be part of the event I haven't really reviewed this event before but this is going to be the roulette the roulette is Fortune roulette. So for this event, I Haven't really tried going further for this one I'm trying to justify with myself whether these rewards are good The only best reward here is this one the SSR random SSR and that is one out of One out of ten So that's a 10% if you get in the first try then you're good So let's try this one. The rest of the rewards are basic rewards. You could get these in the shop I don't think you Don't need to spend you don't need to spend diamonds here So let's try this one for free and let's see where it lands for the roulette It's only a 10% chance. Oh, oh I got one. I got and No, it's not on SSR. Sorry, but I like this one. I like this this this Equipment because it gives agility. So I usually keep this in you know in one of my assassin So this one is good. I've been looking for a copy of this one. So There you go. So for every rotation You will have to spend 50 So that's 500. How much do I have right now? I Have 500 but I'm not really gonna spend that's really you're gonna be spent 450 and 450 is roughly around four summons For this game, excuse me So I don't think it's really worth it at this point Considering that You'll only be getting You know Items that are not special The aside from the SSR. I think the bet the other one is gonna be good is this one. This is for Transcending your SR equipment But again, aside from that, I don't think This is gonna be good. This one is actually good But you can get this from the game Don't really did and this is random as well See so again not worth you pulling this and this one is just a Skin for a costume So again guys, I don't think this Game is worth it. The 10% the one draw the first row would be good For free if you get this one, you're lucky. Then if you get this one, this is I think the third one and Probably What else is good here? This is also good This is this can fuel your SSR. These are shards for SSR pools SSR equipment pools And this one is also good random SSR accessory, which I got so again Again going back. This is my first time to review this not spend much here I don't not spend anything here. Just do the free one then Save up for your character or hero poles. Okay, so let's go back. Let's go back to the main menu Let's go to the shop There are a few items in the shop that I'd like to put to point out As noteworthy probably new This one was new But no, it's not used 2525. So this is a little bit expensive. Let's go to the best value You know for the shop. This one is new heavens with wish package. So this is roughly 87 cents Us so that's roughly around let's say for peso for a Philippine peso. That's around 40 plus peso So this one is very very good in value. This is only around the 1 1 korean won and You can actually Get two of these babies here. 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Scott, Mackenzie, Troy, McLean, you had a great weekend and third outright in the four wheel drive. Congratulations mate. Absolutely stoked.  Troy, you guys are relatively new to this sport but you're coming to grips with it pretty well. Oh yeah, it's slow at the start but it's still a lot of weight to go but as Scott has said, we try and complete the weekend and as we did and look what happened, stay on the track and it is a tough event for that, doesn't it Scott? You've got to be there at the end and there's plenty of high profile goals making a few mistakes. Well, that's it. We made a big mistake last year so it's not all about going fast, it's about getting to the end so we might have been a bit off the pace but we're here and it results good. But to fair few dramas today, second in four wheel drive national series Brad Markovic Glen McNeill. Well done mate. Perfect yesterday, not so good today. One of those days today but you know what, we persevered, we got through, Glen was sensational today. He said, mate, you know what, it's the best opportunity for us to go do some miles. Just don't worry about the first stage, let's just go out there and use it as a day just to test, find some rhythm again, bum him seat time and you know what, it was good. We achieved everything we wanted to achieve and we look forward to the next one now so. Glen, sometimes not just the Codero, you have to take on a lot of different roles in the car to sort of manage problems, don't you? Oh absolutely and that's, I mean, I'm lucky I've done lots of rallies around the world and you know, Bradley's come back to the sport after being away for a long time so it's just having a little bit more experience there sometimes in the situations and you make the best of a bad situation basically so that's what we did today so he drove really, very, very well all weekend so it was good fun. And you've been telling me all weekend your focus is the West Australian Championship. So to pick up a second in the four wheel drive national series is probably a bonus on top really. Huge bonus at the end of the day. We came here with intentions of West Australian points to come away with second ARC in four wheel drive sensation. Four wheel drive national winners and I think probably played the cleanest game all weekend in the new car and a smile is back guys. Congratulations to Nick Patton of course, Bernie. Well done mate. Thank you very much. Yeah, we had a pretty strict plan this weekend. Bernie kept me in tuck the whole way around and put a couple of little scratches on the car but can give it back to Dave now and say thank you very much. So yeah, no it's stoked. Absolutely stoked. Bernie, it was a tough year last year for you guys you know and like I said I think that you lost a little bit of the enthusiasm, not the enthusiasm but I guess you know that it does just great on you after a while. This is sort of a nice refresh sort of year for you, isn't it? Absolutely. Absolutely. Look after whatever we had last year, two fires, a whole bunch of mechanical dramas, two crashes both in testing in 10 days before the last round you know we were pretty low at the end of the year so to come back you know make a decision taking different direction I'm pretty sure we've made the right call. Very much looks like that and even better news mate. Local round next, just all good news ringer isn't it? Yeah well that might play up into her hands a little bit as well but I think the big thing is having a couple of years in the polo as well as well so really sort of happy with that as well but look the race talk team are absolutely fantastic and it's just a great package for a round so yeah we're stoked. Absolutely.


So, welcome to all of you, Katarina, Anna, and Katelyn. And I'm really excited to be hearing today about the lessons that you've learned from building HR capabilities at some of the world's most successful tech organizations. And in particular, how those lessons can be applied much earlier on in the journey. So I wanted to start off by just a kick-off question. Just briefly, for each of you, what stage in the scaling journey, in the startup journey do you think is the most critical for building culture and team? I'll take that one. We, it's funny, we were actually talking backstage, this is the question that we have received the most, just being attendees out and about. And we joke that, is there any HR professional that would ever say, ah, just wing it. Or like maybe at 5,000. I think the answer is pretty unequivocally as soon as you start thinking about building a company. Culture starts with you, the founder, and it grows from there. So I would say it starts before employee number one. And it's hard to disagree. I think there is no such a time as now, right? So from the start. And then it's one of those things that you have to keep at it, right? It's hit for hit and remind. So you can either be in the school of you get a culture because you will have a culture. And I don't think it's, it might be semantics, but it's not really about, you know, having a strong culture. It's about having the right culture that is relevant for what you're trying to do and what type of company you are. So early stage, I think maybe you could have a bit obviously before you're 75 people, but I wouldn't recommend it. I think get at it. Hit, hit and remind. Culture, culture, culture. Yeah. So I guess I would say I would prioritize transition time. So right when you're starting the company or when you get to a place where you're moving beyond products, market fit and you have a go to market component or once you've got the second office or once you have your first international office or when you move from just having managers to having managers of managers, so really paying attention during those transition periods, I think is important. Cool, well, I think that that generally validates the premise for this session, which is how can you, what lessons can you apply really early on? So I mean culture came up. So when it comes to culture, you know, we're always being told that culture, you know, success is 100% down to culture. And above that, we're told that culture echoes the personalities of the founding team. So I'm just really interested to know sort of Caitlin, like can founders reverse engineer for culture or is culture just something that is going to grow of its own accord, organically? I think it's actually both. So I've had the pleasure of being a part of a number of different technology companies from film at Pixar Animation Studios to the Silicon Valley tech world of fast iteration, quick moving, you know, companies are dying as fast as they're growing. And I really do think it's a combination of the intentions and values that you set early on to Caterina's point earlier. It has a lot to do with your product and how it fits in. So for example, at Reddit, given that we are the home for community and culture and belongingness online, it's really, really simple for us to take that model and actually apply it directly to our employee base. So for as much as on Reddit, you can find your home, whether it's you are a sneakerhead and you love shoes or you're interested in world news or you're a parent, literally you can find your home on Reddit. So we want to make sure that you can find your home at Reddit as an employee. So finding that translation from product, which typically is, you know, it's the brainchild of the founder, but taking that value set, whatever you believe in most, and then applying that to your culture back at home. Yeah, yeah. I mean, either of you add to that or... No, I think, you know, when you're a founder-led company, a lot of things, if you have a good founder, it comes by itself, right? It comes a bit natural and it could even be a bit of cheating if you are very much aligned and the chemistry and the notion of where you're going and what you're going to do and in what order you're going to do it. But I think I find myself to be in a position where also I have a very great understanding that culture is important, is prioritized from the whole, you know, the whole lead team, obviously, from starting with Daniel. But it's also so that I have been in other companies where when you have that really cool and relevant culture that you want to cling onto it, right? You don't want to change it and you spend a lot of time or that could at least happen. And I'm not really sure if you have the same experience, but that could actually be what is a winning bet, could be a losing bet, right, if you cling on because when you grow or you go to your first international or you become a globalist, obviously the people in the organization is the culture, right, and the culture is the people. So when you bring more people on, you don't want to have status, right, that would be strange if you want to keep it. And I have seen so many CEOs or so many founders and especially if that is the same person, it's like let's not do anything, let's not break what's not broken, let's keep it. And then it inhibits like the growth, but also the new people, it inhibits actually inclusion and belonging, which is a really dangerous place to be, right? And it also gets a bit immature, right? You have to grow, it doesn't have to be that you then become a mature grownup. It doesn't mean that you become corporate, it means that you evolve. And in my case, and at Spotify, Daniel is very aware about that, that as we grow, as we bring more people in, the culture and the values will change. There are a couple of things that are maybe more golden, but the culture needs to grow and we need to let the people also guide us and you have to be trusting them because people also socialize in a way that the people that are already there will help to vaccinate the people that are brought aboard. So if you're very scared or you are very much of let's keep what we have, I think you will end up in a place that is not that really healthy. But Anna, I mean, I thought it was interesting, Katarina's saying sort of values changing as well. And maybe we think culture shifts and evolves, but do the values, what changes between values, mission and behaviors in that linkage with culture? Do those also change over time or? So I think it really depends on the organization, right? And what works for one does not work for another. For us, one of the things that's immutable that doesn't change is the mission. And we like to say that's tattooed on the wall. Everything else is up for grabs and all of the people that we hire have an opportunity to influence and impact how we evolve. But relatedly, right, you know, our mission and our business goals are ours and they're different from yours. So the programs and interactions and behavioral norms that we need to develop that allow us to achieve our business goals while being in line with our values is very unique to us. And I think that the most valuable thing I could say to founders or CEOs early in their journeys is to be very intentional about it, right? We talk a lot about building the culture as in the same way we build the product, right? What are our goals? What are the end users? What, how do we design it? How does it evolve? How do we test it? Where are the bugs, right? Like what's going wrong? And let's be eyes wide open about that. So it's quite unique for each of us. Okay, great. Well, I'd love to move on to something else, which is in the early days, the people agenda is really dominated by recruiting. Yeah. So, you know, one of the earliest HR issues that therefore like proper HR issues that comes up is about onboarding, onboarding new hires. So I mean, Catherine, maybe you can tell us something about how you've optimized onboarding at Spotify and what can those processes, can early stage companies apply some of those processes and practices to sort of help make sure that new hires hit the ground running, having maximum impact, but they're still feeling supported and integrated into the team. First of all, I think you have to then define early days because we still find ourselves to be in hybrid growth. So talent acquisition is still, you know, first and foremost, the way that we build out the business. So it's very central and it's very strategic for us. But then onboarding, of course, if you are still a semi-small organization, you have to swallow that bite, right? You have to onboard people in a smart way. And it is a lot like the snake that is too big for lunch or for dinner. So we've found a couple of ways that works for us, back to what you said. So hopefully, you know, if the pipeline is healthy and we screen and we interview the right amount of people to the right levels and, you know, in the right pockets of the world, onboarding, a couple of things have been very important to us to find a much more, you know, digitalized, front-leaning, much more proactive, but also everything with us. And I guess that goes for you, too. It's very data-informed, right? But since we are a Swedish company with the headquarters still in Stockholm, we have found it to be very good when we onboard to bring everybody, no matter what job or role they have, to the headquarters and spend a week. And for everybody, no matter if they were based in Singapore, or Sydney, or New Mexico, or, you know, in Europe, to understand the strangeness of what it means to work for a Swedish global company. You know, they're ficus. Only one week makes such a difference. It does. It does. On a blitz of making the relationships, looking people in the eye, then you can use tech. After that, you can use technology to communicate. I totally agree with that one. So people usually say, like, isn't that very expensive and time-consuming, but just to connect with the founders and the founder stores and their mission and really make that your own journey, understanding, yes, I said, the strangeness of the Swedish fika and the full autonomy and that we don't really care about titles and hierarchies, more about the impact and a good idea is a good idea, whoever comes with that, which is a bit strange for a lot of our good talent and superstars and rock stars in Asia and also in the US, that it's flat and it's open-door policy and we don't really care about your background or your CV or what role you have. It's like your idea and the impact you can have here. So I think if I can point one thing out, it is more the intro days where we fly in and you spend, and it's not gonna be that, like, here's my org shot, this is what we do in HR or strategy-dob, so this is what we do in sales. It's gonna be trying to bring people on board so they understand what makes this animal called Spotify tick and how can I make use of that and how can I start to navigate. So as you said, I can hit the ground and start. So it's coming out of the starting blocks and hit the hurdles as fast as possible. But you know, I usually say on intro days, welcome to control chaos. It used to be chaos, right, with the hypergrowth. Now it's at least controlled and it's still all about the build and come grow with us and when you grow, we will grow. So we are still trying to figure it out, but I would say the intro days, introduction and really vaccinate everybody about who we are, our values, where we're going and why we're doing it. So it's purpose, purpose, purpose, right? It's the why. You know, I would say we just got a new COO at Reddit named Jen Wong and she works out of the New York office and we're based in San Francisco. And when she came in and did the appropriate thing, which was to audit our processes and make sure that we were being mindful with our spending, one of the questions she said to me is, is it really necessary to bring everyone out for that first week? And I answered, it is too expensive not to. I think that that costs up front, pay that tax right up front and the dividends will pay. So I completely agree. Do you measure that more in terms of retention or in terms of the impact, getting up to speed quickly or how can you measure, if your CFO or COO is saying, justify this might be a multimillion dollar cost? OK, so take one of the roles that maybe is a little bit more bottom line oriented in sales. That ramp time, if they are remote and they're working and they don't have the connection to the CEO, they don't have the pitch down, they don't know the mission and the vision and the values and the way that people that are constantly interacting with these folks do, it will take them, I haven't put pen to paper, but I would guess at least 3x to 10x longer to actually ramp and become profitable in their role. And I think that applies to all of them, but sales is the easiest. And I mean, it's like differing B2B because perhaps there's more of a sort of product induction required. I'm sure everybody joining Spotify already is going to be a mad user already. But maybe in B2B there's more induction required on the product side or it's not really. You know, it's not, there's an element of training and onboarding that is sort of in the traditional way. But I actually think that the important piece is the in-between. And the way that we measure it is we have a pretty exhaustive three-month onboarding program that includes 30 sessions spread out over it. And throughout it, we survey employ the new hires and their manager about where they're, how equipped they feel to have impact. Because while I think onboarding is important, I want to have, I don't want to have too much, I want to dial it exactly. And we look at the difference in survey questions for people who come out for a week or two versus don't. And it's, the data is really clear that it makes a difference for us. Yeah, cool. We'll just stick in with you. I wanted to move on to sort of compensation. Sure. So when you're trying to close a new hire and you hit an issue around compensation, what do you think is more important to stick with a consistent comp framework across the whole team or to know when to make an exception for great talent? And I'm expecting you hit this problem. Yeah, you're in the Bay Area, which is the most hyper-competitive talent environment in the world. So how do you face up to that challenge? So I'm going to answer your question by zooming out a little bit.  And I think it makes people insecure. It makes people worried that they're not being treated fairly. I think there's a couple of things that you can do, whether you have five employees or 5,000 employees. The first thing is to be proactive and transparent about what the philosophy is. And this doesn't have to be fancy. It doesn't have to be, you know, 10 pages long. But, you know, what do we think about compensation? What are our practices? What can you expect of us? And part of that is outlying what the programs are so that people know. And that might mean, hey, we're going to look at everyone's compensation twice a year. It might mean that we use comp levels in this way. It might mean we are, we target the 90th percentile or the 50th percentile. But whatever it is, you need to be proactive in communicating it because if you don't, people will start making up stories. In the absence of that information, they will start making up stories. And those stories are not positive. They are negative. And if it gets really bad, they will take their stories and go to the glass doors or the reddits or the blinds of the world. And that's, you know, you don't want that. You want people coming to you and talking about it. So number one is that transparency. Second, now when it comes down to, you know, you want to have pay equity. That doesn't mean that everyone gets paid the same, right? You want, assuming that there's a paper for performance element of your comp philosophy, it means that people are going to get paid differently based on their impact. But when people are coming in the door, you sometimes have a situation where, in order to get that person, you have to be outsized. So I guess I would say a couple of different things. Number one, there are ranges for a reason and that allows you some flexibility. Secondly, to a degree, you can trade off equity and cash to try to sort of customize a package that needs somebody's needs while still being in the total comp range. The third thing is, you know, I think a lot of companies get very flexible about their sign-on bonuses to try to bridge a hurdle. And I think that how flexible you can be on this really depends on the stage. I think early stage you can be a lot more flexible because you might, you know, you're trying to convince somebody to come out of a very secure position to join your, you know, your tiny little startup. I think as you get more mature, you have a responsibility to be a little bit more consistent. And I think that that's really also tied to our diversity and inclusion efforts to make sure that we've got gender pay equity. And in general, I mean, the data shows that men tend to negotiate better than women. And I feel like as HR professionals, we have a responsibility to drive doing the right thing. Yeah, actually on that point, I know, Catrini, when we were talking last week, you were saying that you've been doing work trying to address gender pay gap. Yeah. Do you want to tell us a bit about it? So it's not really, in this part of the world, it's not really a revolutionary because by Swedish law and in some parts of the Nordics, you have to do the gender pay gap, kind of analyzes at least once years. And yes, I can't pronounce analyzes in the English way. But so we do that. And then we do regression kind of analytics on top of that. And then we look into the things that could, you know, like performance or other things that would be OK. But when it comes to gender gap, then we do that in the pieces of the world where we allowed, for instance, race and ethnicity. We do that for US, but you can't do that in the Nordics because you're not allowed to keep that kind of track record. So we're trying to do that. And I think I totally agree with everything that you said, Anna, but when we are on the equity thing, since that is something that we have had to do for a long time, what we just decided to do, obviously, that we would have that in a global, as we're growing up and getting bigger and older, you need to have some consistency. So just do that type of things that we, by law, had to do in Sweden and just keep it for the Nordic market and not for the world. That would be strange. So that is what we have done with all those type of and comp and bend necessarily. The total comp is not a benefit, right? That is usually what is the right and what everybody expects. But that is what we'd have done with all our policies or the programs that we have. So if we think that we are ahead for some reasons in this region, then we push it globally. That goes for the flexible holidays initiative. That goes for something that we love and keep near and dear together, the parental leave, right? Did you have the same policies globally on things like parental leave? We do, but that is not totally true because, for instance, in Sweden, you have up to a year and a half, you have your 486 days, right? And then you split them between the parents. What we have done is we pushed out six plus one month to all parents, no matter if it's the same sex or a couple or an adoption or surrogacy. And as these two ladies know, but it's only two countries in the world that don't have that legislated, right? It's Papua New Guinea and it's U.S. So if you're a good, good, good employer, you would have three months. But for us, in this part of the world, it's like, how on earth are you supposed to come back after three weeks? And then three months, should you be happy by that? And then when we introduced six months plus one month oozing back, we were like, maybe that was not. But then, of course, we have to pay for all of that because it's not like set up with the government and the whole system. We thought that that was improvement and naive, good to be sometimes. I think the feedback from our people but also from the different countries where we operate is it's life-changing. Of course, if you can be home with your new, the newest member in your family together, with your partner, whatever setup you have home, the most important part of your life. Of course, good tool for attracting, even better for retention, especially if you have a lot of people in that segment being, you know, thinking about starting a family or growing a family. Yeah, yeah. I mean, Caitlin, do you have anything to add in terms of those elements of strands of diversity? And obviously, we're going through a massive upheaval, thank goodness, and change in our sector. But how's that playing out? Because obviously, Catriona, you're talking about it coming from a sort of Swedish philosophy, which is obviously world-leading. But how's it manifesting with Reddit? Definitely. So there's two things. So one, on the pay component compensation, Reddit actually believes in non-negotiation. So we have static bands and levels that actually have different milestones. And so when you are coming in as a candidate, and I actually inherited this philosophy and was, as a candidate myself, it was such an incredible difference in my experience, not having to negotiate. We focus on roles, not people, during the candidacy. And so when you come in, this is how much we are going to pay for role X. And then it is married to your tenure and then the experience with the interviewing process. And so you get what you pay, you get paid, and then that's final. And then when you come in, as we pay for performance, we have a knowledge skills and ability career ladder that you're measured against. And so it's a very predictable. And if you are having the right conversations with your manager, which hopefully you are, because we've invested in that training, it's a very, I like to think, and I like to hope in the feedback that we get, is that the Reddit employees don't think about their compensation. They're focused on the work that they need to do. It's the passing the printer test. So if by accident, finance or HR would actually print off everyone's salaries and someone else were to pick it up, there's no questions to be asked. So it reduces the noise and the drama of having to think about what is fair. And to Anna's point, making sure that we have a very published comp philosophy document. It's a part of onboarding. It lives in the wiki, et cetera. And then how do we help, so that the pay gap doesn't exist in that scenario. And then how do we think about inclusion with our benefits is another top consideration. And to your point, thank goodness the conversation has changed. Thank goodness people are being challenged on what is fair, what is equitable, and who we're focusing on retaining over the long haul in the United States. Well, not in the United States. In Silicon Valley, our average tenure is 18 months. So turnover is incredibly high. And what I like to say is I want to be your next employer as well. So how do we think about internal mobility? How are we making those evaluations? What cadence and who's involved in those conversations? So anything from investing in parents and saying, this is somewhere we'd like to invest. The small change and the small investment to make sure that people are taken care of during difficult times, whether they're inviting a new family member in, whether they're caring for an aging parent, whatever the scenario is for life, making sure that you are there to support those people regardless of the size. Three months now, six months now, in the long scheme of the relationship that you hope to have with an employee is a very small price to pay. Yeah, cool. Now I think we've only got a couple minutes left. So I'm going to have a quick question for each of you. You've all worked at extremely successful founder-led businesses. So there's a lot of founders in the audience here. What single piece of advice would you give to them in terms of how to succeed in their role as their company scale? Somebody else is going to go first on that.  We're against the clock.  And I think we all have these examples or these viewpoints that it's always important. But I guess I'd like to say that if everything is important, nothing is important. So choose the two or three things that you can focus on to influence and manifest and evolve the culture in order to achieve your mission and stick with those, right? And that might take you a quarter or a half year or a year, but don't pretend that you can do everything. So choose the two or three things that really matter the most. Cool. Okay, short now. I know, I know. Stay passionate, curious. Oh, that was very short. Profound. I would say your job is to lead. Your job is to lead. It is very enticing to get stuck in the details. And that is actually not where you can be most helpful. Trust the people that you have hired and lead. Cool. All right, well, we're out of time. So thank you once again, Caitlyn, Katharine, and Anna. And we're gonna be carrying on this conversation in the Pink Studio now. So if you wanna join in and it's gonna be more audience Q&A, please come and join us then. But thank you. Great, thank you so much. Thank you so much.