It's only the end of the semester. Today was the last day of Calculus III. So because I was running behind as usual, I didn't have the homework done. (It's not due until 4:00p, so it's not late. I'll just have to walk a whole three hundered feet to the Math Department Office.)
Only now, on this last day of class, on this last homework assignment, I finally get it. It's finally working, I'm actually doing the math right. They've finally taught us enough that I can make the connections I need, and it all makes sense now.
I am, at the moment, very glad that the final is worth approximately 45% of my grade, counting the exam grade it replaces in addition to its own 30% weight.
Also, this Mac in the ACM office has quite possibly the shittiest keyboard I have ever had the misfortune to type upon. The shift keys only work sporadically, and the spacebar physically sticks down, so I have to give it a good solid WHACK to make it actually activate, and it has to be directly over one of the sensors under the bar itself. Rrrgh.
So here I am, studying in the ACM lounge. Dr. Pless walks in and scans his ID card on the refrigerator to get a soda.
"Hey Dr. Pless, I have six words that will make you scream in terror."
"Nothing makes me scream in terror."
"I've enrolled in Computational Geometry." (Please disregard the fact that this is five words.)
"That's your problem, not mine."
(Yes, Dr. Pless is the one teaching Computational Geometry. And yes, there was laughing all around in the discussion.)
Okay, this has nothing to do with the original entry, but I don't like spamming other peoples' fiends pages. So hence it goes here.
Set the scene, then, in Mallinckrodt Center, at about 11:45 PM, heading down for lunch. To be specific, the scene is in the men's restroom, of questionable upkeep, just at the bottom of the stairs.
Something this restroom features- as do many restrooms on campus- is the automated paper towel dispenser. Far from worthless, this actually strikes me as one of the better advances in personal hygene as of late. Instead of having to pull a handle to dispense the paper towel- a handle for which one frequently wants a paper towel to touch- one just waves one's hands in front of a motion sensor and it spits out a paper towel. Simple, clean, and convenient. The sensor even has a little red light to let you know when it's not active- it's got about a two second delay to keep it from erroneously dispensing more paper towels than needed.
So there I was, hands still dripping, having finished washing them. The person before me got his paper towel, I waited for the little red light to go out, and I waved my hands in front of the sensor.
Alas, 'twas to no avail. No paper towel was forthcoming.
In case the motion sensor really hadn't reset, I moved back out of its range, then back forward. No effect.
I again waved my hands in front of it. No effect.
Yay for violent ways of getting the attention of gadgetry!
All right, I said I didn't intend to spam y'all's friends pages, but sometimes there really isn't a choice.
Discovering that a Ms. Pac Man / Galaga machine has been installed in the study lounge on the third floor of Cupples II($0.25/play) is worth a post of its own.
I think it's the only actual arcade machine on campus. To be honest, what I really wonder about is how they got it in there- those familliar with the Attic (that's, like, three of you) whould know what a feat of shunting that must have been. (It's an inconvenient space with narrow doorframes and large structural support beams.)
Fortunately for the sanity of us all, the sound is off. So it doesn't really pollute the attempts to study much, except being tempting. I suspect this is the sort of thing that happens when EnCouncil is operating way under budget and they've got a lot of extra money to spend...
Also, going to drop off my Calculus homework in the math buliding (Cupples I) since I didn't have it done in time to drop it off during class (it's still not late until 4:00, as I said in a previous post), I realized my thoughts seemed to be turning towards the rodent population with general thoughts of "Mmm. Squirrel." This is a sequence of thoughts that indicates to me that it was time for more food (which I did get), but it also let me draw a few parallels to a Homer Simpson-style "Mmm. Donut." This was, predictably, followed by "Mmm. Squirrel donut." Anybody want to Photoshop that?