Then She Started Coughing
How is it that I am this sick and still able to get into a state where I can't for the life of me lay still long enough to fall asleep? I don't want to move around; moving around hurts. And yet, no sleep.
Instead I'm awake at one in the morning, installing Office on my computer and contemplating how to compensate for my miserable non-attendance of class this week. Ian gave me an assignment to make up for the whole missing-the-architecture-test fiasco, so that's at least part of it, but I'm now officially really far behind. I've been squeezing by on my wits, letting observation and intellectual guesswork take over because I don't do the reading. And partly it's because the reading is boring to boring-obvious, so I know I can get away with it, but part of it is that I really don't care very much about anything except the core programming stuff. I mean, my professors are possibly the cutest adult dorks I've ever met--they're like friggin' teddy bears that make bad techie jokes when you "press here"--but I just can't seem to bring myself completely into focus on this whimsical adventure of mine into the wilds of computer science. Too bad, I suppose.
And how are there only four more weeks until the end of the quarter? Dear GOD! I've got to either wrap myself around this research proposal effort or decide that I'm really going to look into that americorps thing for planting trees this spring/summer. I like trees. It might be nice. I also like micropipettes. It would be nicer.
Instead I'm awake at one in the morning, installing Office on my computer and contemplating how to compensate for my miserable non-attendance of class this week. Ian gave me an assignment to make up for the whole missing-the-architecture-test fiasco, so that's at least part of it, but I'm now officially really far behind. I've been squeezing by on my wits, letting observation and intellectual guesswork take over because I don't do the reading. And partly it's because the reading is boring to boring-obvious, so I know I can get away with it, but part of it is that I really don't care very much about anything except the core programming stuff. I mean, my professors are possibly the cutest adult dorks I've ever met--they're like friggin' teddy bears that make bad techie jokes when you "press here"--but I just can't seem to bring myself completely into focus on this whimsical adventure of mine into the wilds of computer science. Too bad, I suppose.
And how are there only four more weeks until the end of the quarter? Dear GOD! I've got to either wrap myself around this research proposal effort or decide that I'm really going to look into that americorps thing for planting trees this spring/summer. I like trees. It might be nice. I also like micropipettes. It would be nicer.