daccn

I am not a clerk
2003-12-13 17:52:29 (UTC)

The home stretch

(boring academic stuff)

I've got one more final to go before I'm done for the
semester, and am working on trying to cram as much C
knowledge into my brain as possible before spitting it out
again on monday.

I never used to fear finals, really - exams were always my
strong point, because somehow while writing them I managed
to stay incredibly focused and devote the entirety of my
brain to the subject. However, inadequate study time (due
to my pathetic retail job) and the increased difficulty of
the subjects I'm studying have made me very nervous about
my results.

Yesterday I wrote what was probably the most painful final
of my life - in statistics. I didn't have trouble with the
course during the semester (midterm/assignment marks were
all good) but the problems on the final made me feel
hopelessly out of my depth, and I was still reeling from it
several hours later.

In another final, a single crucial error cost me 20% of the
mark, and I'm not nearly as confident about my performance
in my logic exam as I was during the midterms.

Fortunately, my work during the term was good in all my
courses (in logic, I had the highest mark in the class for
both midterms) and can give me a bit of a buffer for the
inevetable drop in grades. I'm also seriously considering
quitting my retail job after the holidays in favour of
devoting myself to school full-time. Comp. sci is stressful
enough without being subject to the scheduling whims of a
control freak manager whom I can't stand working with.

(boring social stuff)

James is back in town, and last night we went to the bar
with Stephen and another friend. It was an enjoyable night
overall - a small group of people, dancing, drinking and
decent conversation. Apparently they intend to set me up
with one of Stephen's friends, whom I've met once before
and thought attractive (good things may come of this, if it
happens).

We also played video games for about an hour a few days ago
before I left to study. I'm exceptionally terrible at first
person shooters. Maybe I need more practice.

(whine)

And yes, another email from the polisci student, telling me
I'm his ideal woman and asking me out again, promising not
to drag things out if it doesn't go well. I'm dubious of
this promise - this marks the fifth time he's attempted to
re-open what there was of our "dating relationship" since
we parted ways this summer. I'm not sure whether to
classify him as stubborn or masochistic.




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