Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2004-02-26 18:00:20 (UTC)

Professor Praises

It's 1237pm. The weather is actually getting noticably
warmer. The big block of ice that sits on our porch, a
remnant from the winter days of a few months ago, was hard
as rock this morning when I left to get some breakfast at
the nearby Micky D's. Normally, I'm not one for breakfast,
but I missed dinner last night. Well, I didn't miss dinner,
I just sort of had a small one, and in the morning..
approximately 8 hours or so later, I was famished. So
before I left for Micky D's, I kicked the iceblock... hard
as concrete. When I left for class about two hours later, I
was cutting at least 2 inches into it. Melting remarkably
fast. Ok well that's enough scientific experiments
concerning the weather... and ice.

I heard something today that made me feel pretty bad and
rotten inside. As I was leaving my math class, my professor
pulled me aside and started talking to me asking how I was
doing in the class. I said I was doing fine and that I
thought I was progressing well. I then wondered if maybe
this talk had to do with the fact I skipped the last two
classes last week. Normally professors do not do such
things. I asked him why he was curious, and he said that he
was just wondering thats all. He said I was one of his more
brighter students in the class. Then he proceeded to ask me
what my major was. I told him I was a computer science
major and he seemed visibly depressed. I only got that once
before from another professor, and that was my philosophy
professor who asked me one day after I submitted a term
paper, what my major I was. He seemed a bit shocked that I
was a computer science major. I apparently have the gift of
philosophy and mathematics. That or they are just visibly
glad I am not in their department fucking things up.
Actually, I take that back, I didn't feel bad and rotten
inside. I did feel guilty as I did skip two classes for
apparently no reason. I dont think I will be skipping his
class anymore.

I said I was great at suppressing my feelings, I didn't say
that I was not prone to getting my ego inflated.

Mel hasn't written back yet. Which I guess.. is to be
expected.

I guess I should work on that project. It's a whole
freaking week over due.




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