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Let’s jump directly into some programming. Using concepts learned so far, let’s create a program to calculate the average height of three students (three_average.py) three_average.py# program to calculate average height of three students # get input of height_a1= float(input(“Enter height of first student (cm): “))_a2= float(input(“Enter height of second student (cm): “))_a3= float(input(“Enter height of …
I am committing sacrilege by writing about a Marathi book in Ingrazi (English.) My justification is that I am writing for the off chance that some bilingual person who has lost touch with their roots is inspired to revisit Marathi literature. After taking that high moral stand, let me come to a book grounded in …
In the chaotic realm of Crescent’s Christmas party, where gulab jamuns steal the spotlight, students embark on a culinary mission, diligently sorting into groups to bring home-cooked delights. Forget the fashion fuss; our real anxiety lies in the fate of those precious jamuns. Sharing isn’t about profound ideas but the chaotic potluck of preferences.
The gift exchange unfolds like a cinematic drama. Secret Santa is no secret, and the lucky recipient becomes the chocolate hero armed with a Nestle Milkybar that bluntly reads ‘Eat It.’ Destiny, it seems, is intricately woven into the fabric of white chocolate bars, turning a mere gift into a cosmic sign from the universe.
As the party wraps up, we’re not just a bunch of kids with our teachers; we’re a squad of comedians navigating the absurd Crescentian Chronicles, with ridiculous gift dilemmas and the everlasting sweetness of bad gulab jamuns over bad English paper marks. After all, we are the generation that gave Karan Johar his first hit, leaving behind a trail of laughter, chaos, and sugary goodness.
