The Last Week

It’s finally the last week of classes. I don’t really know if I should be using the word finally though, ‘cause it’s still really weird to be finishing school so early. But no complaints, looking forward to a nice long summer.

I still stayed here for the weekend, mainly because I’ll be going home next weekend anyway, but because I still have a couple other things to do before the term ends. Kenneth tells me that Blizzard kicked some serious ass at the Canadian Regional this year, and finished in a best-ever second place. Congrats to all of them. He also says that they’re eligible now to sign up for the national competition in Houston too. Apparently a lot of teams were dropping out due to the war, so now just anyone can sign up (before they had restrictions to who could sign up due to too many teams). The robot definitely shows promise. They’ll probably be taking on much tougher competition in Michigan next weekend in veteran teams, but I think they’ll still do very well.

Some updates… the whole business presentation/competition thing didn’t go exactly as planned. First, we didn’t even make it out of our lab. It didn’t really bother me that much, but there was one thing that irked me. The group that went on was deserving to go on, but the thing is, the entire decision was given to the TA, which isn’t how it was supposed to be. The entire lab was supposed to vote for who they thought should go on. Oh well, whatever. Apparently the groups that made it on to the final round were outstanding, so I guess in the long run it doesn’t really matter that much. Other than that, no complaints really. In fact, my TA this term was a pretty cool guy. Casual, but serious when he needed to be, and many many funny stories. Like this one time, he started the class with the whole urinal etiquette thing. You know, always take the end one, leave a spacer-urinal between guys unless there are partitions, etc. It was pretty funny… all the ladies in the class got a pretty good kick out of it. The only thing though, he’s pretty damn lazy. He hasn’t handed back very much in terms of reports, so it’s hard to calculate what are marks are and stuff. I should be getting a whole pile of stuff back tomorrow, but knowing him, maybe not.

Bart: [whining] Mom, my slingshot doesn't fit in these pockets. And these shorts leave nothing to the imagination. These uniforms suck!
Marge: Bart! Where do you pick up words like that?
Homer: [on phone] Yeah, Moe, that team sure did suck last night. They just plain sucked! I've seen teams suck before, but they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
Marge: Homer! Watch your mouth!
Homer: Aw, I gotta go. My damn weiner kids are listening. [hangs up]
Lisa: We are not weiners!
Homer: Then what are you dressed like that for?
Bart+Lisa: They made us.
Homer: "Oh, they made us." That's loser-talk! You gotta start acting more like me and my team, the future champions of the world. Nothing's going to stop us now!