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The computer science department Christmas party is this Friday, and I'm going with Mr. Paul :) It's going to be so much fun! I've been looking forward to this since I declared.
I've made it through 220 and I'm almost 100% certain I've got a nice A to reward me for lots of hard programming work. It was a fun class, though, and I can't wait for 230. I hear that it's hard, but I think I'll be fine.
Discrete Math is going well too. I never did proofs in geometry (Er, I basically didn't take geometry. Or any other high-school level math. I told you that.), so I had to learn them for the class. It seemed like I'd alternate between thinking the class was too easy and stumbling over silly stuff. It wasn't all bad, but I'm kinda glad it's over.
Calculus II. Oh, Calculus II. It was really easy in the beginning. Hey, I knew how to do a lot of that stuff already. The sad thing is, I did pretty well on my first two tests and sorta blew the third one (which counts a whole lot more than the first two combined...). I studied so hard. I thought I did really, really well. I was expecting an A, perhaps a very high B. That's why it hurt so bad when I finally got my test back. It was sort of like being back in Algebra II again, completely confidence-shattering. I did pass it, but I honestly think I'm going to get a C in the class and I don't want a C. I'm very upset, but I'm doing all I can do.
I'm angry with my Latin class. Well, not exactly angry, but I'm not thrilled with it. It's better now that we're doing Catullus. I LOVE Catullus. His work makes me so happy. It's just that my linguistics professor told me that it's unlikely I'll be able to count this particular class towards my Linguistics/Cognitive Science major that I'm working on. I do so much work for this one class (more than most of the others, really) and I'm only getting a speaking-intensive credit for it. I have enjoyed getting some practice with public speaking. Dr. Houghtalin's comments are very helpful. I gave a good presentation on Catullus 101 today. I did it almost entirely from a few scribbled-out notes and a beautiful translation that I prepared. Being the cunning linguist that I am, I discussed mostly grammar in my presentation. My posture and stance were awful and I could tell it. I kept shifting my weight and crossing my legs, but I made an effort to correct it each time I noticed.
My linguistics class has been pretty good. I like it. Two weeks ago, one kid in there picked up her laptop by the screen. I was absolutely shocked. It was a really expensive computer, too, and the computer scientist in me really wanted to scold her. That, and one girl in the class described an esh as "the derivative sign." Pfft, at least I'm not that terrible with calculus... Er, integrals, anyone? (BTW, I'm still stuck trying to sort out in my brain when it's appropriate to make a "ssssss" sound and when it's appropriate to find an antiderivative. And why does my spell check say that antiderivative isn't a word? Ugh.
My computer science professor said that sometimes her job is like telling people that Santa, the Tooth Faerie, and magic don't exist. I thought that was hilarious, because sometimes learning about how computers actually work does take away some of the "Ooooh, magic!" feel. I still get excited when my programs work, though, and I usually end by whispering to myself as I skim the source code: "That's beautiful." Not really my work, but the fact that computers do what they do.
I can't wait for that party on Friday :)