knic84's public diary

Today marked the last exam of my uneventful, uninspiring, unforgettably boring third semester of computer programming at my beloved college. Hip hip hooray, joy and glee. The marks may not be as pretty a sight this time around as the previous two, but I really don't feel fully accountable. In that narrow margin that keeps me from feeling totally slackish and self-loathing is the fact that early morning classes took a nice toll on the ol' attention span, effectively reducing it to nil as some days were spent entirely trying to stay conscious on a sleep cycle repeatedly jarred by mysterious 3am awakenings. I know, I shouldn't complain so much and do so in a half-joking way cause I know my pitiful gripes are dwarfed by real problems, but I want my turn to bitch about something too, dammit. I think it's warranted - sleep is totally underappreciated, and I for one want to spend the 1/3 or so of my life that we're supposed to, in as REM-like a state as possible. Of course, given that I'm here writing this at this time rather than pursuing my dream just takes the credibility right out of that statement.

Additionally, relatively unprofessional/disorganized professoring made certain I wasn't the only one chiming in on the collective "WTF?" at the bogus C++ exam content that reflected 2 days of instruction on inheritance more than the 14 weeks previous of learning... nothing. Numerous classes were cancelled earlier on in the year, which would account for some of the few new concepts for the course being hurriedly introduced during exam review time. As for any other courses I did badly in, well, blame me.

Maybe I'm making excuses. Maybe I'm losing interest in this programming thang. No, I just want potato chips that taste good, unlike those damned body-odor-scented Baked Lays, that aren't #1 on the worst foods for you list. Or whatever they were. In any case, it's over, time will tell how much I sucked, and this co-op job may destroy me with daily 5 am wake up times for the next 3 weeks.

But what am I talking about? Tis the season to be jolly, and jolly I will be till I can't jolly no more. Switching gears, nature sent a bug after me as its way of telling me I'm risking the blood clotting in my veins from lack of movement. I like subtlety. I hope it's not on me again.

knic84 decked the halls with copious amounts of mistletoe at 11:34 PM.