Friday, October 26th, 2001
I was late for my advisory meeting. It turns out I was the meeting before when I thought. That was my bad. Gloria was nice and worked with my anyway. It looks like yet another semester of classes that I don’t really want to take. I’ll be taking a class on assembly language. Her theory is that coming out of computer engineering it would be a great time to learn to program on such a low level.
In mean, she is right. That is, in theory. If I was into the whole computer engineering thing and had a better grip of what was going on, it would be a great time to take the course. Unfortunately, I don’t have that great of a grip on it. Still, it probably does stand to reason that my understanding of such things will only decrease over time as I consider them to be pretty much useless concepts.
As a result, there will be no software design classes. It’s probably a good thing, but I was looking forward to an easier class load next semester. The rest of the class load shouldn’t be so bad, though. Maybe if I just buckle down.
I always tell myself that, though. “If I just buckle down, I’ll be fine.” I never do.
On the plus side, I’m taking nine credits of arts and humanities courses. Good times there. The next level of Spanish, childrens literature, and a class on environmental writings. The last one is a half-semester course, so that will be nice. It meets twice a week and there are one hundred people in the course, which probably means that I won’t actually be writing brilliant stuff but reI was late for my advisory meeting. It turns out I was the meeting before when I thought. That was my bad. Gloria was nice and worked with my anyway. It looks like yet another semester of classes that I don’t really want to take. I’ll be taking a class on assembly language. Her theory is that coming out of computer engineering it would be a great time to learn to program on such a low level.
In mean, she is right. That is, in theory. If I was into the whole computer engineering thing and had a better grip of what was going on, it would be a great time to take the course. Unfortunately, I don’t have that great of a grip on it. Still, it probably does stand to reason that my understanding of such things will only decrease over time as I consider them to be pretty much useless concepts.
As a result, there will be no software design classes. It’s probably a good thing, but I was looking forward to an easier class load next semester. The rest of the class load shouldn’t be so bad, though. Maybe if I just buckle down.
I always tell myself that, though. “If I just buckle down, I’ll be fine.” I never do.
On the plus side, I’m taking nine credits of arts and humanities courses. Good times there. The next level of Spanish, childrens literature, and a class on environmental writings. The last one is a half-semester course, so that will be nice. It meets twice a week and there are one hundred people in the course, which probably means that I won’t actually be writing brilliant stuff but regurgitating things instead. That was Gloria’s idea too. Good times there.
I guess the college adventure will continue.