Switching It Up: the fifth day of March

I've never done this before, but I'm going to switch subjects for my first day project, because all the "Next Blogs" are about crafts and we have posted a lot about crafts, art, and blogs. We are moving on to science. So, today, most of the math class was like, really slutty, so my teacher was like, how many of you want to be video-game designers? So, all the boys raised their hands, so then the teacher asked, who wants to make the next big software program, for example, google? All but one person raised their hands. And then she said, well you need a lot of math skills to do all that. Well, our class must not be the only one who has been slutty. The teacher seemed well prepared with his defense. So she started going into a lecture about Ada Lovelace, then she saw that everyone was sitting with their backs straighter, and all pumped up, and she began a series of complicated problems! You should have seen it! Everyone was participating, unlike usual. So in case she asks us to do a report on Ada Lovelace, then I'd better write this down:

Ada Lovelace, born Augusta Ada Byron, was one of the most influential computer programmers in history, because she was the first one. Always a sickly child, young Lovelace at one time had to be kept in bed for almost a full year until she recovered. Though young, her tutor and friend was Mary Fairfax Somerville, who introduced her to Charles Babbage, inventor of the Analytical Machine, a machine that could add, times, divide, and do most math problems. Only a teen at the time when she saw the Machine with her own eyes, Ada understood the great things the machine could do, and how it worked. Later in her life, when she was asked by Babbage to write a report and take notes on the machine, Ada accepted, and wrote down many useful notes and added many of her own thoughts and perceptive ideas. Unfortunately, Ada and Babbage both died before the programming and more could happen, but the notes have been read, and executed into the computers we use today. Ada was 37 when she died.

Okay, I still want to post the Jasmina Story, a short bit, though.

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But before the food could be distributed, a swirling, angry cloud of black smoke whirled around them. Baby Sage wailed loudly. The smoke thinned, and with his cape flying and tossing in the wind, it was Count Robert. Looking quite like vampire, this ghastly uncle of Jasmina's was a long-lost relative. "C-count Robert!" Jasmina cried. "You mad it to the celebration." "You shouldn't have invited him." Marcella whispered. "The throne should be mine! I am theonly true male heir to the throne! My magic may not be strong as naive Jasmina's but she will pay for what she has done!" Count Robert yelled, looking very vain. If you were able to see the queer and unsatisfied look on the Count;s face, you would know how scary he looked. "What did I do?" Jasmina asked. She was too late, for there was silence. Robert was gone.