【導(dǎo)讀】大學(xué)期間，綜合測(cè)評(píng)計(jì)算是每學(xué)期必不可少的工作。然后班委核對(duì)并將成績(jī)錄入制成電子文檔上交給院系相關(guān)部門。作量大，效率低下，準(zhǔn)確率也無法得到保證。所以，廣大師生迫切希望信息化綜。合測(cè)評(píng)系統(tǒng)的產(chǎn)生。利用該系統(tǒng)，同學(xué)們可以方便準(zhǔn)確地計(jì)算出自己的綜合測(cè)評(píng)。成績(jī)，并能將結(jié)果上傳至服務(wù)器，省去班委人工核對(duì)、成績(jī)錄入這些煩瑣的工作。而且，系統(tǒng)提供的查詢功能可以方便同學(xué)們對(duì)自己所需信息的檢索。實(shí)現(xiàn)、系統(tǒng)的測(cè)試調(diào)試、以及系統(tǒng)開發(fā)過程中遇到的問題和問題的解決。

　　

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Cirocco glanced at him, got a glimpse of his brown eyes before he turned back to his work. That was my thought. A real big fusion ramscoop. The machinery is in the hub, electromagic field generators to funnel the interstellar hydrogen into the center, where it gets burned. Gaby shrugged. Ma kes sense. But what about doc king? Well, leaving the thing would be easy enough. just drop out a hole in the bottom and get escape velocity for free, plus some to fool around with. But there ought to he some sort of dingus that would telescope out t o the center of rotation when the engine isn39。t running, to pic k up scout ships. The main engine has to he there. The only other way would be to space engines around the rim. I39。d want three, at least. More would be better. nd gir ls39。 dorms, but you saw ever ybody in the rec room and the dining hall and so on, and she was in my psychodrama group. Her hair had been black, and shiny as the lacquered furniture in Dr. Hong39。s rooms, her skin white like mother ofpearl, her eyes long and narrow (making him think of cats39。 eyes) and dar kly blue. She was fifteen, or so Nicholas believedmaybe sixteen. I39。m going home, she told him. It was psychodrama, and he was her brother, younger than she, and she was already at home。 but when she said this the floating ring of light that gave them the necessary separation from the small doctorandpatient audience, ceased, by i And w hen I was there it rained. There was a big ,39。 trouble at one of the generating piles, and they shut it _ down and it got colder and colder until everybody in the hospital wore their blankets, just like Amerinds in books, and they loc ked the switches off on the heaters in the bathrooms, and the nurses and the screen told you all the time it wasn39。t dangerous, they werejust rationing power to keep from blacking out the important stuff that was still running. A nd then it rained, just like on Earth. They said it got so cold the water condensed in the air, and it was like the whole hospital was right under a shower bath. Everybody on the top floor had to e down because it rained right on their beds, and for two nights I had a man in my room with me that had his arm cut off in a machine. But we couldn39。t jump any higher, and it got kind of dark. It doesn39。t always get dark here, Diane said. Sometimes the rain sparkles. I think Dr. Island must do it to cheer everyone up. No, the waves explained, or at least not in the way you mean, Diane. Nicholas was hungry and started to ask them for something to eat, then turned his hunger in against itself, spat on the sand, and was still. es. I never met any one of his class w ho remembered him. They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion. I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together, and I alwa ys had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child, but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly. Spider Kelly not only remembered Cohn. He had often wondered what had bee of him. Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one of the richest Jewish families in New Yor k, and through his mother of one of the oldest. At the military school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good end on the football team, no one had made him raceconscious. No one had ever made him feel he was a Je w, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton. He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made him bitter. He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful selfconsciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first gir l who was nice to him. He was married five years, had three children, lost most of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the balance of the estate having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness with a rich wife。 and just w hen he had made up his mind to leave his w ife she left him and went off with a miniature painter. As he had been thinking for months about leaving his wife and had not done it because it would be too cruel to deprive her of him self, her departure was a very healthful shock. The divorce was arranged and Robert Cohn went out to the Coast. In California he fell among literary people and, as he still had a little of the fifty thousand left, in a short time he was backing a review of the Arts. The review menced publication in Carmel, California, and finished in Provincetown, Massachusetts. By that time Cohn, who had been regarded purely as an angel, and whose name had appeared on the editorial page merely as a member of the advisory board, had bee the sole editor. It was his money and he discovered he liked the authority of editing. He was sorry when the magazine became too expensive and he had to give it up. By t