Dear school, I hate you. Signed, me.
Mar. 4th, 2003 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherself[bunch of stuff deleted because it no longer counts]
Also, instructor merrily screwed us all over re: programming midterm today. 45 minutes into two-hour period, announced that it was time to go because HE had a MEETING. Having your brain instantly switch from "great, this isn't working, but that's okay, there's still more than half the time left" mode to "oh FUCK I have to finish NOW NOW NOW" mode is... not fun. I never did get it working, which means I'll probably fail. Also, when I asked for help, the "help" I got made it break even worse than it had been breaking before. Bastard instructor.
Yes, I am swearing a lot lately. I'm in a sweary mood. This has been a horrible horrible week. One of those ones that make me truly honestly wish I had never existed. But I don't get that choice, so.
Also, instructor merrily screwed us all over re: programming midterm today. 45 minutes into two-hour period, announced that it was time to go because HE had a MEETING. Having your brain instantly switch from "great, this isn't working, but that's okay, there's still more than half the time left" mode to "oh FUCK I have to finish NOW NOW NOW" mode is... not fun. I never did get it working, which means I'll probably fail. Also, when I asked for help, the "help" I got made it break even worse than it had been breaking before. Bastard instructor.
Yes, I am swearing a lot lately. I'm in a sweary mood. This has been a horrible horrible week. One of those ones that make me truly honestly wish I had never existed. But I don't get that choice, so.
