Somebody is drilling outside my office window; but I'm blasting Tortoise. And my head is filled with a gentle crescendo.
My job is interesting. Maintaing the Mouse Cochlea Database. If I can redesign their website, I'll be happy. If I can build a console application for viewing cochlear images, I'll be proud. If I manage my sanity, I'll be king of the world.
I know it might be pointless to complain this early in the semester; but I feel like all of my Professors are unloading on their students early in the class -- to try and weed out students. Arg!
Gotta keep me head down, my feet planted, and a smile on my face. How else do you graduate in four years (after failing ten credits, dropping a five credit class on the last day of classes, and taking a four credit class that didn't count toward your credit total)? That's 19 credits wasted. That's how many I'm taking this semester.
And to think, the bookstore doesn't have all my books available.Posted by purd0033 at January 19, 2005 2:57 PM