Harry's bad day
Feb. 16th, 2006 06:27 pmGah. I wake up at 11:00, turn off the alarm instead of hitting snooze, find myself awake at 12:20. Whoops. I go to Tennis - we've actually started playing now, I'm awful but so is most everybody. That's not the bad part.
When I go to eat, lunch is nearly over, and all I can find that I want to eat is bread. That's not the bad part, though, I like bread. I'm still kind of hungry, afterwards, so I buy some Chex Mix from the vending machine as I head to Hum.
It's Hum class, I make a few comments, I do math on my scrap paper. I'm pretty tired, though, so towards the end of class I just put my head down and nod off somewhat, hearing the sounds the people are making and occasionally recognizing a word or two. When I hear that class is ending, I collect my stuff. I'm one of the last ones out and - this, this is the bad part - the teacher says she wants to speak to me. Oh boy. I figured it would be about me not getting my work in. Instead she says she's concerned about my attitude in class - that I seem very angry - "I do?" - and that I've yelled at her - "I don't recall that." What she was referring to, I find out, is one day where she kept moving on from topic to topic when I had something important to say, and when finally she called on me - my hand was down, of course, she said "I think you had something to say earlier?", I, very annoyed, start saying about how, well, I did, and quite a few things, but I remember none of them now save the last because you keep switching topics! Then I went on to actually say what the last one was. I wouldn't say I yelled at her. Regardless. She also doesn't much like that I've mentioned now and then that I don't know my classmates' names - "Well, I know who Wei and Connie are - but I mean, that's true in every class, I only know a few people" - that I sleep in class - "Sorry, it's not that I find the class boring [well, actually I do, I suppose], I'm just tired." - and that I overall just seem very negative in class, as if I feel I'm above it [which I definitely do], and that the writing assistant also told her that she found me similarly negative during the writing seminar, because I thought the assignment was too easy. "No... not easy... hard, if anything... it's hard to find something significant to write about."
Blech. So after much apologizing and looking at the ground, I finally got out of there. Hm, maybe I ought to stop at Hinds to turn in my lab cover sheet? Oh, wait, I don't have it with me. Yay.
I get back to Pierce and turn on the computer, open Thunderbird. I find an email from one Susan Art, "concern about you and meeting with me". With the lowercase subject, I figure it's probably spam - in fact, Susan Art is the Dean of Students in the College, who is "somewhat concerned about me because of a report [she] received from [my] humanitites teacher", and wants me to set up an appointment to talk with her next week. Oh joy. You wouldn't think this would be such a big deal.
This reminds me, I have to schedule my quarterly meeting with my advisor. I have to have it by... tomorrow, oh crap! I got an email reminding me of this at about 22:00 last night. Of course I don't remember about it until after 17:00. GAH. Seriously - why is it that you can only set up meetings with people during "work hours"? Why do I have to call the secretary or come to the desk? Why can't I do it by email or something? Sure, that would be slower, and I can't afford that right now, but then I could have done it when I had more time instead of forgetting about it until bad times. No, better yet - why isn't it automated? Well, now I won't be able to bid on classes next week - not a problem for Math or CS, but I had planned to take something else instead of Hum next quarter...
Well, I figure, if I'm not going to do my work, I better get some stuff done today, then. First thing: mail this financial aid form home to my parents, and find out if it's necessary for keeping my scholarship. I start with the second. I can't. But I note that the website for these things has "Dean of Students in the College" written all over it, so since I'm meeting with her her anyway, I'll ask her. As for the first, I get an envelope from Kate, write my parents' address, my return address, go to put the forms in... wait, something's wrong... it's upside down! I doubt they wouldn't mail something because it was upside down, but I rewrite it anyway. I put the forms in, go to the front desk to get a stamp and mail it - oh, all I have is a dime. That's right, I meant to stop at the ATM on the way back from Hum, but I forgot. So I go back and Jack lends me a dollar. I go back to the desk, only to find they're out of stamps. Blech. I'll mail it tomorrow then, I suppose...
And that's been my day so far. I suppose I'll also do my laundry and take a shower today. And I suppose I'll actually try to work on my Hum paper.
UPDATE: More badness! I just checked the course catalog and Intro CS is only a two-quarter sequence! Well, it's a *good* thing for the introductory sequence to be short, but it means that's another course I'm not automatically registered for! I figure I'll take another CS class to replace it - there's basically no additional math that I can take next quarter, and I'm certainly not starting an intro sequence in something else. (To replace Hum I wanted to take that Drama class, for the Art requirement - let's hope I can...)
-Sniffnoy
(Don't worry, next entry will be about a cool math thing I found. Well, sort of found. Didn't actually prove. Calculated out to 20 terms, then looked up on Sloane, which confirmed my conjecture, then I proved that that *divides* it, and then proved it's equal when n is even, but I still don't have the odd case, which is the more interesting part.)
When I go to eat, lunch is nearly over, and all I can find that I want to eat is bread. That's not the bad part, though, I like bread. I'm still kind of hungry, afterwards, so I buy some Chex Mix from the vending machine as I head to Hum.
It's Hum class, I make a few comments, I do math on my scrap paper. I'm pretty tired, though, so towards the end of class I just put my head down and nod off somewhat, hearing the sounds the people are making and occasionally recognizing a word or two. When I hear that class is ending, I collect my stuff. I'm one of the last ones out and - this, this is the bad part - the teacher says she wants to speak to me. Oh boy. I figured it would be about me not getting my work in. Instead she says she's concerned about my attitude in class - that I seem very angry - "I do?" - and that I've yelled at her - "I don't recall that." What she was referring to, I find out, is one day where she kept moving on from topic to topic when I had something important to say, and when finally she called on me - my hand was down, of course, she said "I think you had something to say earlier?", I, very annoyed, start saying about how, well, I did, and quite a few things, but I remember none of them now save the last because you keep switching topics! Then I went on to actually say what the last one was. I wouldn't say I yelled at her. Regardless. She also doesn't much like that I've mentioned now and then that I don't know my classmates' names - "Well, I know who Wei and Connie are - but I mean, that's true in every class, I only know a few people" - that I sleep in class - "Sorry, it's not that I find the class boring [well, actually I do, I suppose], I'm just tired." - and that I overall just seem very negative in class, as if I feel I'm above it [which I definitely do], and that the writing assistant also told her that she found me similarly negative during the writing seminar, because I thought the assignment was too easy. "No... not easy... hard, if anything... it's hard to find something significant to write about."
Blech. So after much apologizing and looking at the ground, I finally got out of there. Hm, maybe I ought to stop at Hinds to turn in my lab cover sheet? Oh, wait, I don't have it with me. Yay.
I get back to Pierce and turn on the computer, open Thunderbird. I find an email from one Susan Art, "concern about you and meeting with me". With the lowercase subject, I figure it's probably spam - in fact, Susan Art is the Dean of Students in the College, who is "somewhat concerned about me because of a report [she] received from [my] humanitites teacher", and wants me to set up an appointment to talk with her next week. Oh joy. You wouldn't think this would be such a big deal.
This reminds me, I have to schedule my quarterly meeting with my advisor. I have to have it by... tomorrow, oh crap! I got an email reminding me of this at about 22:00 last night. Of course I don't remember about it until after 17:00. GAH. Seriously - why is it that you can only set up meetings with people during "work hours"? Why do I have to call the secretary or come to the desk? Why can't I do it by email or something? Sure, that would be slower, and I can't afford that right now, but then I could have done it when I had more time instead of forgetting about it until bad times. No, better yet - why isn't it automated? Well, now I won't be able to bid on classes next week - not a problem for Math or CS, but I had planned to take something else instead of Hum next quarter...
Well, I figure, if I'm not going to do my work, I better get some stuff done today, then. First thing: mail this financial aid form home to my parents, and find out if it's necessary for keeping my scholarship. I start with the second. I can't. But I note that the website for these things has "Dean of Students in the College" written all over it, so since I'm meeting with her her anyway, I'll ask her. As for the first, I get an envelope from Kate, write my parents' address, my return address, go to put the forms in... wait, something's wrong... it's upside down! I doubt they wouldn't mail something because it was upside down, but I rewrite it anyway. I put the forms in, go to the front desk to get a stamp and mail it - oh, all I have is a dime. That's right, I meant to stop at the ATM on the way back from Hum, but I forgot. So I go back and Jack lends me a dollar. I go back to the desk, only to find they're out of stamps. Blech. I'll mail it tomorrow then, I suppose...
And that's been my day so far. I suppose I'll also do my laundry and take a shower today. And I suppose I'll actually try to work on my Hum paper.
UPDATE: More badness! I just checked the course catalog and Intro CS is only a two-quarter sequence! Well, it's a *good* thing for the introductory sequence to be short, but it means that's another course I'm not automatically registered for! I figure I'll take another CS class to replace it - there's basically no additional math that I can take next quarter, and I'm certainly not starting an intro sequence in something else. (To replace Hum I wanted to take that Drama class, for the Art requirement - let's hope I can...)
-Sniffnoy
(Don't worry, next entry will be about a cool math thing I found. Well, sort of found. Didn't actually prove. Calculated out to 20 terms, then looked up on Sloane, which confirmed my conjecture, then I proved that that *divides* it, and then proved it's equal when n is even, but I still don't have the odd case, which is the more interesting part.)
