Done. Ten weeks to Go. So Not Really.
Finished up my last final this morning, probably was the best of the bunch.
Packing up and heading out, will update later with the ever popular grade predictions, once I'm back in the realm of the smog. See all you college peeps in a week.
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
That Coulda Been Bad...
So I study my butt off yesterday for the two finals that were scheduled for today, and end up eventually crashing in the wee hours of the morning as my friend and I decide our brains are as mushy as they'll get. Well that was mostly me deciding that, but I was tired. The alarm went off at 6:30 so we could move our cars, which was very cold and very annoying. Yeah I could have moved them the night before, but then I wouldn't have been forced to wake up. So I come back and roll around for a while whining about having to go take a final, and finally get my act together shower and head toward Phelps. I get there at like 7:45 and there are two people in the room, I figure well it's an 8 it's probably just ppl running late. At 8 there are now four of us in the room. I figure damn, looks like they rescheduled it to 9 like they sometimes do with 8am finals that won't last the full three hours. So I go down and buy some trail mix and a Powerade to occupy the time, and scan through various chapters of the book for any last minute useful information that might be helpful for the two essays. So about 8:50 rolls around and the place is really filling up. I get my blue book all ready for the essays and some random woman I've never seen before comes in with a stack of tests. I figure well, this class has no section, maybe it's the T/A, or the grader or someone. Then she's like, "I hope you all brought your scantrons... " This of course was a shock because I was expecting two essays. The thought occurs to me that this might not be my class. I go outside and ask someone what class is taking a final in that room and sure enough, it's Sociology 4, not Economics 113A. I hurriedly gather my things and leave, getting looks of bewilderment from the other students in there. I now have a real problem, potentially my final started almost an hour previously, somewhere else. I decide to go over to the Undergrad office to see if they have a list of where the finals are supposed to be, sweating bullets the whole way. They look it up, and find out it's scheduled for Friday at 8am. What the. Friday? I check my notes, and in three different places I have it written as Wednesday. So we check the schedule of classes booklet thing with the Final schedule in it as well, and it says classes that are MWF at 8 have finals on Friday at 8. So two sources now say I'm an idiot. I then notice in her list of classes that the second class that the professor is teaching this quarter had its final today at 8am. So he probably mixed them up on the initial syllabus and when initially giving us the info. Sigh.
I then came home and slept for like four more hours. After a bunch more studying I'm pretty comfortable about the one tonight at 7:30. I'll have plenty of time to tune in to CNN in another hour or so to find out what kind of world events take place. So here I am, still with 3 Finals to go, as most people pack up and go home. Doh.
It's been a while since I posted lyrics that meant something, so here you go.
"Listen late last night I heard the screen doors sway
and a big yellow taxi took my girl away...
Now don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got til it's gone
they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot."
It's the bridge and chorus of a new catchy Counting Crows song featuring Vanessa Carlton called Big Yellow Taxi. Good stuff.
So I study my butt off yesterday for the two finals that were scheduled for today, and end up eventually crashing in the wee hours of the morning as my friend and I decide our brains are as mushy as they'll get. Well that was mostly me deciding that, but I was tired. The alarm went off at 6:30 so we could move our cars, which was very cold and very annoying. Yeah I could have moved them the night before, but then I wouldn't have been forced to wake up. So I come back and roll around for a while whining about having to go take a final, and finally get my act together shower and head toward Phelps. I get there at like 7:45 and there are two people in the room, I figure well it's an 8 it's probably just ppl running late. At 8 there are now four of us in the room. I figure damn, looks like they rescheduled it to 9 like they sometimes do with 8am finals that won't last the full three hours. So I go down and buy some trail mix and a Powerade to occupy the time, and scan through various chapters of the book for any last minute useful information that might be helpful for the two essays. So about 8:50 rolls around and the place is really filling up. I get my blue book all ready for the essays and some random woman I've never seen before comes in with a stack of tests. I figure well, this class has no section, maybe it's the T/A, or the grader or someone. Then she's like, "I hope you all brought your scantrons... " This of course was a shock because I was expecting two essays. The thought occurs to me that this might not be my class. I go outside and ask someone what class is taking a final in that room and sure enough, it's Sociology 4, not Economics 113A. I hurriedly gather my things and leave, getting looks of bewilderment from the other students in there. I now have a real problem, potentially my final started almost an hour previously, somewhere else. I decide to go over to the Undergrad office to see if they have a list of where the finals are supposed to be, sweating bullets the whole way. They look it up, and find out it's scheduled for Friday at 8am. What the. Friday? I check my notes, and in three different places I have it written as Wednesday. So we check the schedule of classes booklet thing with the Final schedule in it as well, and it says classes that are MWF at 8 have finals on Friday at 8. So two sources now say I'm an idiot. I then notice in her list of classes that the second class that the professor is teaching this quarter had its final today at 8am. So he probably mixed them up on the initial syllabus and when initially giving us the info. Sigh.
I then came home and slept for like four more hours. After a bunch more studying I'm pretty comfortable about the one tonight at 7:30. I'll have plenty of time to tune in to CNN in another hour or so to find out what kind of world events take place. So here I am, still with 3 Finals to go, as most people pack up and go home. Doh.
It's been a while since I posted lyrics that meant something, so here you go.
"Listen late last night I heard the screen doors sway
and a big yellow taxi took my girl away...
Now don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got til it's gone
they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot."
It's the bridge and chorus of a new catchy Counting Crows song featuring Vanessa Carlton called Big Yellow Taxi. Good stuff.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Running Circles Around the Airtrains...
Out did even my wildest expectations today by managing to circumnavigate the airport with merely a pair of running shoes. Unfortuantely Monday slow distance day came on a day where the winds were at 20mph with gusts to 30. Luckily the middle legs of the run were all downwind, which is the time you need a boost the most. Initially though it really felt like I was going nowhere in a hurry, and the last mile or so probably looked pretty pathetic to passers by. Other than a breather and streching session at Hollister and Fairview about halfway through, I managed to do the whole thing without stopping, at least 5.5 miles in 52 min or so. Again not exactly hauling, but I was merely trying to survive the run and make it all the way around without having to stop and call a cab. The best part is I had no leg pain whatsoever during the run. Although in the last couple miles my whole body felt tired, it wasn't any kind of sharp pain or anything, and my lungs didn't feel like they were overworked, I just was fully tired.
I think I'm going to experiment tomorrow with a little couple mile island loop run or something, to see how my body feels about going to 5 days a week. I've been getting in gradually increasing distance three days a week now for over a month, and with a little over three months to go potentially, it's probably time to start getting even more serious about it.
It would appear the UN is pulling out all the inspectors, and Bush is set to address the nation at 5pm today. Gee, wonder what he's going to say.
Out did even my wildest expectations today by managing to circumnavigate the airport with merely a pair of running shoes. Unfortuantely Monday slow distance day came on a day where the winds were at 20mph with gusts to 30. Luckily the middle legs of the run were all downwind, which is the time you need a boost the most. Initially though it really felt like I was going nowhere in a hurry, and the last mile or so probably looked pretty pathetic to passers by. Other than a breather and streching session at Hollister and Fairview about halfway through, I managed to do the whole thing without stopping, at least 5.5 miles in 52 min or so. Again not exactly hauling, but I was merely trying to survive the run and make it all the way around without having to stop and call a cab. The best part is I had no leg pain whatsoever during the run. Although in the last couple miles my whole body felt tired, it wasn't any kind of sharp pain or anything, and my lungs didn't feel like they were overworked, I just was fully tired.
I think I'm going to experiment tomorrow with a little couple mile island loop run or something, to see how my body feels about going to 5 days a week. I've been getting in gradually increasing distance three days a week now for over a month, and with a little over three months to go potentially, it's probably time to start getting even more serious about it.
It would appear the UN is pulling out all the inspectors, and Bush is set to address the nation at 5pm today. Gee, wonder what he's going to say.
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Most Boring Ever
I'd love to say life is at least a little interesting at the moment but it really isn't. Finals at 8am and 7:30pm on Wednesday, and the last one at 4pm on Thursday. If I'm not doing anything when I'm studying, if I'm studying then nothing is going on.
Word on the street is tomorrow the doodoo hits the fan as they say in Iraq. Something tells me finals will still proceed as scheduled.
I'd love to say life is at least a little interesting at the moment but it really isn't. Finals at 8am and 7:30pm on Wednesday, and the last one at 4pm on Thursday. If I'm not doing anything when I'm studying, if I'm studying then nothing is going on.
Word on the street is tomorrow the doodoo hits the fan as they say in Iraq. Something tells me finals will still proceed as scheduled.
