Yeah, I don't think I'll be blogging daily like I was last year, too much seems mundane. Go to class, walk home, go to sleep, do things in between.
However, some people seem to think I write well, so I'll keep them entertained and feed their hunger for good literature.
Last thing I remember was Tuesday, I went to my Computer Science Lab, where we always have our 10 minute start-of-class quiz. That's the only reason I went, because we have to face the facts and agree that the lab itself won't teach me squat when I've already diligently sat through It twice, especially when the Teacher Assistant who leads it has an (Indian?) accent so strong I don't know what his name is. So I sat and made sure my computer login hadn't expired since last year, and got my paper out for the quiz. The TA put it on the projector, and I wrote down the crap I had to. In 3 minutes. The time it took the lead to get onto the paper. That might be why I got 18/20, I'll have to check that out when I get it back. So it's 4 minutes in, and the guy sitting in front of me starts shuffling about in his chair. Then he cups his head in his hands. Then starts breathing hard, like he was very frustrated. I heard him mutter under his breath, "why won't it compile?" (for the non-nerds, this means, "why is there an error popping up and stopping the computer from making this a program") so I assumed he was done with the quiz and frustrated over his homework as he was using his free time to work on it in the lab. I was wrong. The TA announced the 10 minutes were done, and everyone starts passing papers to the middle row, and the frustrated one looks up in surprise. "I thought we were supposed to do it on the application on the computer...? What...?" When the TA responds that all quizzes are on paper, the frustrated one stands up, and with a groan, SLAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE WALL. TWICE. I couldn't help but feel sorry for his situation, since it was obviously his first time in the class, and that kind of misunderstanding sucks, but another part was just wondering what motivated him to make a scene of it. The TA tried to calm him down, but he just sat and started muttering about dropping the class, and I even told him its 1/16 of 1/5 of his final grade, one quiz wouldn't break him, he starts saying that I don't understand, if he messed up anything with his current scholarships he's out on his ass, and I just dropped out of the conversation and let the TA take over. I can't convince someone so deeply rooted in despair that such a small mistake wouldn't break him. It's literally 1.2% of the total grade. In addition, hoping for an A in this class without obsessive dedication and innate talent on the first try is extremely optimistic. To put it lightly. I left when the TA started going over the stuff in the lab, not sure if I got any funny looks for ducking out or not.
So Wednesday came and went. I started playing League of Legends. More on that later.
Thursday, the day I have no classes, I was rudely awakened at 8:40 in the morning by a smoke detector's shrill announcement. It sounded like it was legitimately going off, not just a low-battery chirp. Then it stopped. I opened my eyes, saw nothing, waited, heard nothing, then decided to pass out again. Not TEN minutes later, it did it again, sounding for maybe a half second longer. So I actually get up this time, see nothing wrong with it, look in the common area of the house, nothing, look out the front window to see... Nothing. So I just plopped back in bed and wasn't disturbed until I woke up normally at 11 or so. Don't know what the rest of the day consisted of, except when I played League of Legends with some online friends at about 8. That game. I find that it either tells you how much you suck at it, or your teammates suck at it and you lose anyways. The computer-controlled players are idiots, even though they troll you to death, but when you start facing actual humans, even on lower levels, you just can't win. There are so many advanced players that make new accounts for the novelty, that when you play "low" level people, you're playing people with 8 months+ of experience, and can't win. You either study the game until you can recite every character, how to equip them, what moves to use, what a combo is for them, and where they are supposed to go on the map, or you die because you don't know one of those details. I am not going to study a game that intensely this soon. No game should have a learning curve THAT steep. Typically a learning curve for a game looks like an exponential one, or an arc of small-big-small. Not 1/x, starting at infinity and slowly getting less information to take in.
Friday, today, I overslept by 50 minutes so got nothing to eat until after my first class. Bright side, I'm still hanging on in there, although the inequalities are looking like they will be my enemy the entire time. Why can't everything be equal? (Don't answer that)
So food was good, mail was empty, job still absent, bills paid, loan status questionable, bank account crying. Hooray?
