Yes.

After missing Thanksgiving to study, and doing quite well on my Calculus review questions, I was completely destroyed by the midterm. I am quite sure that I failed. Hell, based on the number of questions I actually managed to answer, I got at most a 65%.

Why am I even in math? The midterm was similar to a math contest. I did so shitty on math contests. That’s why I stopped writing them. Yet, here I am. At school for math. Paying thousands of dollars for a degree I’ll surely never acquire.

I don’t belong here.

Hey everyone. I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving.

I know I didn’t.

I stayed in UW, studied for my Calculus midterm and got a disturbing IM from Binks’ girlfriend.

Click here to read it.

In other news, Thanksgiving weekend went by disturbingly quickly. I studied Calculus and Psychology. DC++ pulled down another few gigabytes of stuff from the InterSpace. I did, in reality, have a disturbing conversation with Erin. And, I got in a horrible fight with my girlfriend that has yet to properly be resolved.

I went to psychology today, for the first time in weeks, and was not at all surprised by the professor’s inept lessons. We talked about sense and perception, and she merely read and reiterated the bullets on her “overview” sheet. Then, towards the end of class, we watched a movie from the 60s involving psychology and clinical trials. Apparently, the professor was in it. She was the infant being checked for various mental shortcomings.

It’s nice to see that the blogosphere we’ve created is still functioning moderately well. A few posters have fallen by the wayside (i.e. Binks, Blake, Josh, Brendon), but there are the loyalists to the cause (Liam), the relatively new folk (Andrew, Fraser) and that French Bastard (Caleb). So, yeah. It’s nice to have something to read. I’m glad Andrew is finally posted. You’ve come over to the right side of the Force my friend.

Oh, speaking of Andrew, can I get my Sin City back. Thief!

It’s 12:46 AM on Saturday, as the time stamp will show, and I’ve got up on most of the hard stuff for psychology. I’ve scoured the textbook, gleaning from its bulky hide fresh meats of…knowledge…and…

Ahem…

I’ve made a huge stack of notes relating to the biological bases of behaviour. Throughout these wonderful pages, I’ve got details about neurons and glial cells, the layout of the brain, even detailed drawings of specific regions of the brain, layouts of lobes, etc. And so, I figure, before I move onto the endocrine system and heredity, I should check my notes against the prof’s course notes.

She has them online. I’ve already printed them off.

I check.

Wow wow wow. Something is terrible wrong here.

The Professor’s notes are riddled with spelling and factual errors. In her notes, she has values changing frequently, definitions conflicting with the text, oversimplified definitions and really, really painful spelling and grammatical errors. They’re God awful. I know this blog is bad a lot, but her notes…

Garbage!

So, yeah. I just hope she doesn’t write the exam. After all, not only will my facts not mesh with hers, but that damn thing will be impossible to read.

Cursed assignments.

I completely bombed my second assignment. And I’ve realized why.

Unlike in Andrew’s class, where each question was worth a single mark, only certain questions are marked. And, on my second assignment, half of the questions I did (and did right) did not receive marks.

Curses…

Oh well. It’s the weekend, and I’ve got to cram for Calculus and Psych.

Today, I wasn’t feeling particularly well. I’ve got a headache that hurts so bad that - this morning - it felt like I had horns growing out of my forehead. So, I’ve stayed in-house today. I reviewed some CS125 notes, and I’m currently writing a little practice program that will eventually calculate my final mark for Psychology with proper weighting and everything.

So, it comes time to go to the CS 125 Lab scheduled today, but I’m not really up for it. I’ve got Calculus to do, and the lab is due 48 hours after it ends (Saturday at 6:20). So, I figure, I’ll do the timed exercise from my room, and that’ll be that.

So, 4:30 rolls around. I refresh my page. Again, and again, and again. Nothing. No timed exercise appears. So, I give Binkle a ring to see if it is even feasible to do the timed exercise from home, or if they block it somehow. No answer.

I refresh it again, and there it is. Instructions.

It’s a pretty simple task. I program it correctly and go to submit.

My Internet dies. I panic.

This happens from time to time, but usually during peak usage. Not now. Not during a timed, freakin’ exercise.

So, I close everything. Do what I can to magically get the Internet to work again.  Finally, it does.

I’ve got a few minutes left to compile and submit my lovely coding. I paste it into the submit box and click on the Compile Button.

ERROR

Apparently, my output doesn’t match theirs. So, I take a look. Oh. They capitalize a word mid-sentence and I didn’t. So, my dilemma is that I speak English. So, I change my output so that it reads The person is an Elite customer. The person is an Important customer. The person is a Valued customer.

Compile again.

ERROR

Something is still wrong. Oh, I see. They are destroying the language further by not including “an” where it belongs. I change my output again.

The person is a Elite customer. The person is a Important customer. The person is a Valued customer.

Jordan feel big brained now.

Gah!

And now, off to do Calculus. And get some good eatins tonight with Danger and B-Man.

Ugh. What a shitty day. I wake up at 9:30, get out of bed, and head into the bathroom. To my surprise, the cleaning lady is in their cleaning the showers. This is inconvenient, because when I say that I “got out of bed”, I mean that I crawled for twenty minutes to get out of bed. So, I get there and find the House Mom cleaning the showers, right as I need them. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why she is there. Yesterday, she was in their at 12:00 cleaning. Today, 10:00. If she’d have some consistancy, I wouldn’t be running into her and causing a conflict every other day of the week.

So, she tells me she’ll be five minutes.

Ten minutes later, I hop in the shower, turn it on, and get slammed in the face by freezing cold water.

“It’ll heat up,” I tell myself, “It will.”

It doesn’t.

So, I get out and switch showers. Finally, warm water.

I rush out, get dressed, and head out to class. I step outside to find out that it is pouring rain, and I have no umbrella.

So, I go to algebra in the pouring rain. Sit through Algebra, and find out I did questions 4 and 5 incorrectly on the assignment. But, oh well. What’s to be done.

I walk back home through the rain. Get to V1. Buy a Spicy Chicken wrap, chocolate milk and a fruit cup. I go to my room. Bite into the wrap. Open the chocolate milk.

Tragedy strikes. The chocolate milk falls from the chair towards the floor. It spins, splattering 250 ml of chocolate milk on the printer/scanner, desk, garbage can, recycling bin, closet, drawers, and my refridgerator. So, I panic. There is a puddle  of chocolate milk on the carpet, and it is everywhere else. I go ballistic.

I’m cursing, throwing stuff, smashing things. There was mucho rage.

So, I spend my break between math classes cleaning up the milk. My dad brings me some vinegar to clean up the carpet after Calculus, and I scrub the floor like mad.

Now, everything is clean, but I’ve got a shit load of class still to go to and this rain does not look like it is going to let up.