Aftermath

yes, it's all quite true. i've made myself scarce around here due to a combination of exhaustion brought on by my horrid spring semester and total ennui with politics and culture, and life and stuff. it's hard to write anything entertaining and/or intelligent when you're wallowing in total ennui with politics and culture, and life and stuff.

i passed both my classes. not with flying colors, but i passed them, so i now have the necessary pre-requisites to take upper level computer science courses. i shall be repeating physics next semester because the passing score i received is an embarassment. i will probably be repeating linear algebra, but not right away. my grade in that class was not deeply embarassing, but i need a better one if i am to have any hope of getting into the PhD computer science program at UMass. i might even repeat it if i apply to the Master's program. it all depends on how much i despise school a year from now. will i want to commit to an additional three years of education? or will i want to wrap up the Masters within a semester?

i know what's going through your mind. 'What is this bitch thinking?! Wrapping up a PhD in three years? Is she smoking crack?!' well, funny, you should think that. there has been a steady, significant drop in the number of undergraduates enrolled in the computer science program. therefore, in order to study subjects such as networking and advanced hardware programming, i have to take the graduate level courses they are offering in those subjects. cuz' they ain't offering the undergraduate ones. so, by the time i finish my undergraduate degree, i'll have more than a year of graduate-level coursework completed. i'll practically be two classes away from a Master's degree. isn't that something?

the end of a semester is always bit of a traumatic experience. the first question one has to ask after it's all over and done with is, 'Do I really have that much laundry to do?' the answer to that question is always: yes, i do indeed have that much laundry to do. by the time finals are over, my least favorite, ratty underwear has been promoted to the status of most favorite on a technicality -- it is clean and the rest is not. if only the rest of life were that simple.

but the laundry is the least of it. see, i never fully unpacked when i moved into the little gnome house i now occupy. so, now, i have this massive task of cleaning my room and making it into a space where i actually want to spend time. for the last year it has been a space i actively avoided except for sleep. now i really know what you're thinking. yes, i have a very boring social life and there has been no need to make my bedroom attractive for the last year.

shut up. i'm quite sensitive about that. i guess i need to work harder at putting on the charm for the albanian hottie i've been flirting with off and on since last fall. i'm almost kind of glad he didn't take an internship at my company this summer because being a co-worker would make him totally off-limits.