Saturday, October 02, 2004
The Late Show
Sorry I didn't write last night, but I'm sure you'll understand after you read what all went on yesterday. Consider the following:
I've got three interesting stories to share here this morning, and two of them have a common theme. (See how good of an author I'm becoming?) I'll start with the one that has nothing to do with the other two.
Did I tell you all that I'm going to try to get a computer science minor? Well, I am. It's 32 extra credits I have to take before I graduate. Or it would be for most people. I, however, have to take a computer science course for my EE major anyway, so I really only have to take 28 extra credits. Seems doable, right? I received 27 credits through AP tests, so I come out just about even, and I can graduate in 4 years. (That's assuming I get into the classes I need each quarter, which is a pretty big assumption. We'll see.) I've known all of this for a while now. But yesterday in my Intro to EE lecture the guy was talking about the EE curriculum, so I went up and talked to him about it after class. And it turns out that I have to take 9 credits of "engineering support" courses. There's a list of approved courses I can choose from that satisfy this requirement. And guess which courses fill this requirement? Computer science! So instead of having to take 28 extra credits it turns out to be only 19 extra. And I can totally do that in 4 years. (I hope).
So, yeah, that was pretty exciting. But on to story number two! In that same Intro to EE class it came up in our discussion that the homework needed to be turned in at the end of class. "Homework? What homework?" I thought to myself. Evidently there was some survey about why I chose to major in EE that I was supposed to download off of the internet, fill out, and turn in. I hadn't heard of this assignment before yesterday, so after class I asked the professor if it would be all right if I turned it in the next week, seeing as how it wasn't the most publicized assignment. He of course said no, because that wouldn't be fair to the other people who also hadn't turned it in. So I asked if I could go home right then and immediately do the assignment and turn it in later that day, and he still said no. Boo hoo. So I went home, printed off the survey thing, filled it out, found the prof at his office, and handed him the assignment. And he took it! He said that because I was so determined to hand it in on time that he would accept it without penalty. Boo yah, grandma. Uncle Roland, if you're reading this, you should know that the reason I did the assignment and turned it in despite my professor's ultimatum that he couldn't accept it is because I know that that's what you would have told me to do. You know, I have to be pushy and persuasive to get what I need. So thanks for the unspoken advice.
And now for my final story. (Don't worry...there'll be plenty of more stories later.) While we were at dinner last night, Jake, Jack, and Catch from my tower got it in their heads that they wanted to go and see Shaun of the Dead, a newly released movie that, as Jack put it, was "a British romantic comedy with zombies." (And that's exactly what it was, but I'll get to that.) Now I'm sure many of you haven't heard of this movie, and that's because it isn't the most popular or the most anticipated. And as such, it wasn't playing anywhere nearby. And by nearby, I mean within 100 miles. Seriously. The nearest theater that was playing it was in Santa Barbara. So of course we had to drive down there to go see it. I'll spare you the details, but Jack, Jake, and Catch had to do a lot of smooth talking to convince me to drive them down there. Long story short, though, I ended up going, not so much because I caved into peer pressure but because I decided that it would be a lot of fun. You know, college life is partly about doing stupid stuff that doesn't make a lot of sense. And as far as stupid stuff that doesn't make a lot of sense goes, this was a pretty safe and low-key experience. So there you go. SLO to Santa Barbara is about an hour and twenty minute drive, so it wasn't horrible. As for the movie, I probably wouldn't want to watch it again. The British romantic comedy was good (hilarious at times), but I don't need to see people getting shot in the head and getting their innards torn out of them. (Keep in mind that I'm censoring this description somewhat, as Living the SLO Life is a family blog. Suffice to say that there was just a ridiculous amount of blood and gore.) So the movie wasn't worth the drive, but the drive itself was worth the drive. Does that make sense? It was fun just to go somewhere, if only because we could go somewhere. And hey, I got $10 of gas money and they paid for my ticket and candy, so financially the whole thing made plenty of sense. So I'm glad I went.
I didn't get home until 1:00, though, and that's why I didn't write anything last night. I'm sure you'll understand. (I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that the description of this blog calls it a "quasi-daily look" into my life, not just "daily," so I'm not really obligated to write every day. But I've certainly enjoyed writing to you all when I do have time.) For now, though, I'm going to sign off. Good luck to the Royal Regiment at Westview tonight. I hope you all enjoy your weekend.
Josh
PS- happy banners, balloons, and confetti, but no parties.
mood: refreshed (I just took a shower!)
music: none
location: dorm
I've got three interesting stories to share here this morning, and two of them have a common theme. (See how good of an author I'm becoming?) I'll start with the one that has nothing to do with the other two.
Did I tell you all that I'm going to try to get a computer science minor? Well, I am. It's 32 extra credits I have to take before I graduate. Or it would be for most people. I, however, have to take a computer science course for my EE major anyway, so I really only have to take 28 extra credits. Seems doable, right? I received 27 credits through AP tests, so I come out just about even, and I can graduate in 4 years. (That's assuming I get into the classes I need each quarter, which is a pretty big assumption. We'll see.) I've known all of this for a while now. But yesterday in my Intro to EE lecture the guy was talking about the EE curriculum, so I went up and talked to him about it after class. And it turns out that I have to take 9 credits of "engineering support" courses. There's a list of approved courses I can choose from that satisfy this requirement. And guess which courses fill this requirement? Computer science! So instead of having to take 28 extra credits it turns out to be only 19 extra. And I can totally do that in 4 years. (I hope).
So, yeah, that was pretty exciting. But on to story number two! In that same Intro to EE class it came up in our discussion that the homework needed to be turned in at the end of class. "Homework? What homework?" I thought to myself. Evidently there was some survey about why I chose to major in EE that I was supposed to download off of the internet, fill out, and turn in. I hadn't heard of this assignment before yesterday, so after class I asked the professor if it would be all right if I turned it in the next week, seeing as how it wasn't the most publicized assignment. He of course said no, because that wouldn't be fair to the other people who also hadn't turned it in. So I asked if I could go home right then and immediately do the assignment and turn it in later that day, and he still said no. Boo hoo. So I went home, printed off the survey thing, filled it out, found the prof at his office, and handed him the assignment. And he took it! He said that because I was so determined to hand it in on time that he would accept it without penalty. Boo yah, grandma. Uncle Roland, if you're reading this, you should know that the reason I did the assignment and turned it in despite my professor's ultimatum that he couldn't accept it is because I know that that's what you would have told me to do. You know, I have to be pushy and persuasive to get what I need. So thanks for the unspoken advice.
And now for my final story. (Don't worry...there'll be plenty of more stories later.) While we were at dinner last night, Jake, Jack, and Catch from my tower got it in their heads that they wanted to go and see Shaun of the Dead, a newly released movie that, as Jack put it, was "a British romantic comedy with zombies." (And that's exactly what it was, but I'll get to that.) Now I'm sure many of you haven't heard of this movie, and that's because it isn't the most popular or the most anticipated. And as such, it wasn't playing anywhere nearby. And by nearby, I mean within 100 miles. Seriously. The nearest theater that was playing it was in Santa Barbara. So of course we had to drive down there to go see it. I'll spare you the details, but Jack, Jake, and Catch had to do a lot of smooth talking to convince me to drive them down there. Long story short, though, I ended up going, not so much because I caved into peer pressure but because I decided that it would be a lot of fun. You know, college life is partly about doing stupid stuff that doesn't make a lot of sense. And as far as stupid stuff that doesn't make a lot of sense goes, this was a pretty safe and low-key experience. So there you go. SLO to Santa Barbara is about an hour and twenty minute drive, so it wasn't horrible. As for the movie, I probably wouldn't want to watch it again. The British romantic comedy was good (hilarious at times), but I don't need to see people getting shot in the head and getting their innards torn out of them. (Keep in mind that I'm censoring this description somewhat, as Living the SLO Life is a family blog. Suffice to say that there was just a ridiculous amount of blood and gore.) So the movie wasn't worth the drive, but the drive itself was worth the drive. Does that make sense? It was fun just to go somewhere, if only because we could go somewhere. And hey, I got $10 of gas money and they paid for my ticket and candy, so financially the whole thing made plenty of sense. So I'm glad I went.
I didn't get home until 1:00, though, and that's why I didn't write anything last night. I'm sure you'll understand. (I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that the description of this blog calls it a "quasi-daily look" into my life, not just "daily," so I'm not really obligated to write every day. But I've certainly enjoyed writing to you all when I do have time.) For now, though, I'm going to sign off. Good luck to the Royal Regiment at Westview tonight. I hope you all enjoy your weekend.
Josh
PS- happy banners, balloons, and confetti, but no parties.
mood: refreshed (I just took a shower!)
music: none
location: dorm
