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So let's see... It's been a while hasn't it?
I'm here in my programming class. Intro to C++.
Our first programming assignment was due today. It was a little complicated, basically because we hadn't covered decision structures in C++ yet. 3/4 of my classmates didn't do it. Out of the other 1/4 most of them didn't have it working correctly. There were 2 others besides myself who actually turned it in. The Indian guy who sits behind me, and the chubby chick who is just a CS minor because she's been working for GM since she was 16 and is an Engineering major and as soon as she finishes school she's going to spend the rest of her life there. Fuck.
Anyway I see this trend in my programming classes. It's like the good students fit this nerdy type. It's funny though because I'm sitting here in my pink Hollister shirt, with my aeropostale jeans on, not really looking nerdy at all, but still I'm a nerd.
To be fair I should have probably been one of those students who didn't have it done, but I went ahead and got my friend Jaison to help me, and we figured it out. He's finished with his degree already and actually just has to finish his minor in this year, so it's like I have the edge over these other people or something. It was like that in my Intro to Programming class. I guess it's just luck, or maybe CS was a smart move on my part because I knew he would be there to help me if I needed it.
I've been thinking about things a lot lately. Just the funny way life seems to fall into place sometimes, and fall out of place sometimes too. It's almost like we're on some set path, unchangeable. It feels that way a lot anyway. Not that I necessarily believe that, but sometimes it's a little funny.
Another one of my classmates died last night. She was on the Chess team for a while and I generally liked her. I know she liked to drink, and I know she liked to do some drugs... I know she was probably driving under the influence of something. I also know the road 519, know that it's curves have claimed many lives in inclimate weather, and it was very fucking wet yesterday.
It's odd that the fondest memory of her that I have is right after I really got a look at Channing in his casket, I walked off to a hallway in the funeral home with not so many people and started to cry. It was really the first time I did cry after his death. Someone came up and gave me a hug, and it was Melissa. Then Amy Elam came up and hugged us both. It was really comforting.
It looks like the population of my class is quickly dwindling. :(
R.I.P. Melissa.
I'm here in my programming class. Intro to C++.
Our first programming assignment was due today. It was a little complicated, basically because we hadn't covered decision structures in C++ yet. 3/4 of my classmates didn't do it. Out of the other 1/4 most of them didn't have it working correctly. There were 2 others besides myself who actually turned it in. The Indian guy who sits behind me, and the chubby chick who is just a CS minor because she's been working for GM since she was 16 and is an Engineering major and as soon as she finishes school she's going to spend the rest of her life there. Fuck.
Anyway I see this trend in my programming classes. It's like the good students fit this nerdy type. It's funny though because I'm sitting here in my pink Hollister shirt, with my aeropostale jeans on, not really looking nerdy at all, but still I'm a nerd.
To be fair I should have probably been one of those students who didn't have it done, but I went ahead and got my friend Jaison to help me, and we figured it out. He's finished with his degree already and actually just has to finish his minor in this year, so it's like I have the edge over these other people or something. It was like that in my Intro to Programming class. I guess it's just luck, or maybe CS was a smart move on my part because I knew he would be there to help me if I needed it.
I've been thinking about things a lot lately. Just the funny way life seems to fall into place sometimes, and fall out of place sometimes too. It's almost like we're on some set path, unchangeable. It feels that way a lot anyway. Not that I necessarily believe that, but sometimes it's a little funny.
Another one of my classmates died last night. She was on the Chess team for a while and I generally liked her. I know she liked to drink, and I know she liked to do some drugs... I know she was probably driving under the influence of something. I also know the road 519, know that it's curves have claimed many lives in inclimate weather, and it was very fucking wet yesterday.
It's odd that the fondest memory of her that I have is right after I really got a look at Channing in his casket, I walked off to a hallway in the funeral home with not so many people and started to cry. It was really the first time I did cry after his death. Someone came up and gave me a hug, and it was Melissa. Then Amy Elam came up and hugged us both. It was really comforting.
It looks like the population of my class is quickly dwindling. :(
R.I.P. Melissa.