Last night's CS 410 review session was over by 8 PM, but a fair fraction of the attendees stayed to work on 411 problems. We banged our heads against one circuit diagram after another, stopping only to order pokeys, until about 11 PM, at which point we went our separate ways. My way was a short walk to the Student Union, where I spent two hours finishing the 411 homework, and then to the UL after the Student Union closed at 1 AM. Even at that hour, the UL was crowded, with no shortage of scholarly zombies to populate what was now clearly my personal hell. Serendipitously, among them were fellow 410 students, collaboration with whom gave little net benefit in productivity, but substantially improved my state of mind.
By 4:30 AM, as I was preparing to leave, the crowds had thinned and I was nearly alone, save for the snoring undergrads sprawled across every surface even the slightest bit cushiony. As I biked back to Hinton James, the freezing wind that tore through my jacket, fluttered in my hair, and blurred my vision drowned out for a few moments the throbbing behind my eyes. I slept almost immediately and and woke up early to begin studying for today's 410 test.
And after my classes, another four hours of programming finds me here. I'm slightly alarmed at my apparent masochism -- by the time I finished my CS assignments, I'd actually begun to enjoy designing 8-bit multipliers and writing a GUI for a glorified container class. I've still got a lot left to do for tomorrow (the last day before break!), but having maintained the pace this long, I think I'll pull through. Can't afford another zero for Roman History, anyway.
Is this me getting my academic groove on, or me being far too tired for rational introspection? I wish I knew.
posted on Thursday, March 08, 2007
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