C is for Cookie
That’s good enough for me
Me fail linear algebra? That’s unpossible!
Cookie cookie cookie starts with “C”
C’s get degrees!
I get to apply for my major!
Hooray!
Better Than a Stick In The Eye
What’s worse than being 12 years out of high school and on your way to having $40,000 in debt?
Being 30 years old, with no college degree, making $15 an hour.
Jesus, Star Tribune, thanks for making me sound like a fucking loser.
That’s why Jesse Mullan has taken a risk and gone back to college, sitting in classrooms with college juniors who were 8 years old when he graduated from St. Paul Central High in 1994.
Of course they leave out I live with a smokin’ hot girlfriend who was 12 or so when I “graduated high school” in 1994. Hellz yes. I suppose that they also leave out that I am halfway dead — I mean done. With classes. Assuming that I don’t go to grad school. In any case, last semester two of my classes were with juniors and two were with old timey grad student folks. They had curly moustaches and everything.
This was all a lot more hilarious in my head last night as I was lying in bed thinking about calling the photographer a half-blind monkey and the reporter a talentless hack, but those comments would be just plain mean, and I’m not a mean person. I was just having trouble sleeping after having spent half the weekend drifting in and out of hallucinatory unconsciousness.
Okay, that was Thursday and Friday only, but it was worth mentioning.
Grades
Not that these have posted yet, but I looked them up in GRIT, so they must be right:
CSCI 3081 89.755% B+
CSCI 4131 98.629% A
CSCI 5403 86.100% B+
CSCI 5421 85.850% B+
Wow. Not only did my head not implode, but I’m even satisfied with those grades. I got 100% on my 4131 final.
It’s Friday, I’m In Booze
Paul is graduating, and Friday was his last day. Every day up until Friday I blinded myself to the immediacy of his departure. I just put it out of my mind because he has been such an essential part of me not losing my shit every day at work. I mean, work itself is not terribly stressful, but it seems to be the fulcrum of the giant lever being operated on by school and my home life. Zach does his part with psychotic psychadelic music and the ensuance of hilarity. Paul is the original other half of Team Kickass, so even gerrymandering to allocate a district of Team Kickass to Zach can’t close the hole.
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Sometimes HelpingU
First I want to give my utmost thanks to Ann from HelpingU for taking quick and decisive action with regards to my SELF loans. Not having that problem hanging over my head meant that I could spend the last three weeks of classes only stressing about homework and finals. However, a new semester is upon us, and with new semesters come new problems, or at least new combinations of old problems.
The Drinking With Nerds Might Not Happen
CSci 5403 - Computational Complexity
Monday, May 8th, 4:00-6:00pm
EE/CSci 3-111
CSci 5421 - Advanced Algorithms
Tuesday, May 9th, 6:30-8:30pm
EE/CSci 3-125
CSci 3081W - Program Design and Development
Wednesday, May 10, 8:00-10:00am
EE/CSci 3-230
CSci 4131 - Internet Programming
Thursday, May 11th, 1:30-3:30pm
EE/CSci 3-111
Drinking With Nerds
Friday, May 12th, 5pm - Collapse
Stub and Herbs (?)
Not Helping U
My mother just got a letter saying that our reapplication for the SELF loan was declined because we had already gotten the maximum amount for the year.
I have been calling “Helping U” for days now. Here is an example of the conversations:
“Hello, my name is Jesse Mullan. I would like to inquire as to the status of my financial aid.”
“What? I don’t understand what you are asking. Financial what?”
Do You Believe In Magic… Numbers?
I’m gonna dance the night away
I made a terrible joke about vi and emacs in CSci 4131 (Internet Programming, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — that wasn’t the joke) today, which was probably unwise because class ended only moments later, and then I had to ask Professor Sturtivant for permission to join his late night evening class. He took me to the CSci office, where I acquired the number 108634, which I used to get into 5403 so I could drop 4061. That’s the 411 on my schedule, and it completes the first stressful week of school, to be followed by additional stress as I figure out how I will pay for my books. Oh yeah, and tuition. Hooray!
I Don’t Know What To Tell You
Yesterday was a long day which ended in the promise of a magic number for me. Unfortunately I missed the start of the other class that I was trying to get into today because I thought that it started at 4:30 instead of 4:00. Since the professor is in the hospital, his replacement didn’t hang around, so I didn’t get a promise of a magic number this time. So, some stress went away, some didn’t. I still don’t know how I’m going to pay for my books.
About five am I woke up this morning with a pain in my right eye as though something were in it. This happens from time to time, and I know that the only real solution is to blink a lot, try to clear anything that might be in it, and then go back to sleep so that my cornea can heal. It just has to do with my eyes drying out. However, this was plenty of excuse for me to go back to sleep after Cake Woman called to wake me up — I find sleeping through literally blinding pain to be easier than getting out of bed and making my own coffee.
I should mention that I fell asleep to Law and Order SVU, and woke up a while later to some sort of Island of Girls Gone Wild thing. Those two things blended in my brain to produce very unsightly dreams. I don’t recommend following that particular course of action, or inaction, as it were.