In other news..
Dec. 13th, 2003 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassYesterday felt like 3 days in one. "Dead Day" just dragged on and on.
In Java, we had to turn in our last projects (the one I finished Monday night). I'm so glad to be done with that class.. it was an absolutely wretched experience. I'm still rueing the fact that I let Ms. S lasso me into taking the Java test in Spring, I'm stupid. She just barely knows the language herself, so yesterday she made me help people with their programs. I ended up helping two people completely redo their code because they got stuck and weren't ready to fly solo with the scripting. I was quite proud of my inventiveness when I came up with a method for generating a random operator (+ - * /) for Min's program. When my idea worked, it was liking watching my child ride a bicycle for the first time. Haha. I felt bad because I couldn't help Jen, she got stuck with an awful chunk of the program and Ms. S wasn't helping her at all. I don't think she got it in, I tried explaining some methods to her but she couldn't implement them I tried to comfort myself by reassuring that I couldn't teach her everything we hadlearned from the class read from book in 45 minutes and pinning the blame on Ms. S's vague instructions but I still feel really bad about it. I hope her grade wasn't crucified by the project.
I got to used my open lab for economics to draw my hair for my portrait. It looked like crap, it was awful. I got most of the base shading done but it was random and not really drawn from what I saw. I thought I would work on it in journalism but I TOTALLY forgot we had a speaker. Laura and I were doing like, high fives well she kept nudging me with her foot because the lady from the Houston Chronicle thought we were doing a good job. Anyway, my potrait still had crap hair and in the 5 minutes between classes I had to draw my neck because I was just a floating head. LOL. Ms. C didn't even say anything about my lack of ears.. she just cooed over how "romantic" the hair looked in an "intentinally messy, but beautiful" way. She preached to the whole class about the "marshallo skin" effect I achieved that was "so hard" and "she couldn't believe I achieved in drawing 1". She always has a way of mortifying me at critques, I kept toeing the ground.. half my class hates me because she never criticizes what I do. I always get a 100. Even when I don't deserve one. I'm not complaining but she pretty much puts my work on the pedastel and asks the class to worship it, its stuff even I know could use improvement. Oh well, metaphor of my life oldest child to younger siblings. I'm in a corner, what do I do.. accept the praise with batting eyelashes or refute it and appear ungrateful, classmates seem to get even more bitter when I say that I don't like my work sometimes. Bah. I have some stuff to do.
I would also like to announce the following new addictions...
1. Cinnamon Gum
2. Maddox
In Java, we had to turn in our last projects (the one I finished Monday night). I'm so glad to be done with that class.. it was an absolutely wretched experience. I'm still rueing the fact that I let Ms. S lasso me into taking the Java test in Spring, I'm stupid. She just barely knows the language herself, so yesterday she made me help people with their programs. I ended up helping two people completely redo their code because they got stuck and weren't ready to fly solo with the scripting. I was quite proud of my inventiveness when I came up with a method for generating a random operator (+ - * /) for Min's program. When my idea worked, it was liking watching my child ride a bicycle for the first time. Haha. I felt bad because I couldn't help Jen, she got stuck with an awful chunk of the program and Ms. S wasn't helping her at all. I don't think she got it in, I tried explaining some methods to her but she couldn't implement them I tried to comfort myself by reassuring that I couldn't teach her everything we had
I got to used my open lab for economics to draw my hair for my portrait. It looked like crap, it was awful. I got most of the base shading done but it was random and not really drawn from what I saw. I thought I would work on it in journalism but I TOTALLY forgot we had a speaker. Laura and I were doing like, high fives well she kept nudging me with her foot because the lady from the Houston Chronicle thought we were doing a good job. Anyway, my potrait still had crap hair and in the 5 minutes between classes I had to draw my neck because I was just a floating head. LOL. Ms. C didn't even say anything about my lack of ears.. she just cooed over how "romantic" the hair looked in an "intentinally messy, but beautiful" way. She preached to the whole class about the "marshallo skin" effect I achieved that was "so hard" and "she couldn't believe I achieved in drawing 1". She always has a way of mortifying me at critques, I kept toeing the ground.. half my class hates me because she never criticizes what I do. I always get a 100. Even when I don't deserve one. I'm not complaining but she pretty much puts my work on the pedastel and asks the class to worship it, its stuff even I know could use improvement. Oh well, metaphor of my life oldest child to younger siblings. I'm in a corner, what do I do.. accept the praise with batting eyelashes or refute it and appear ungrateful, classmates seem to get even more bitter when I say that I don't like my work sometimes. Bah. I have some stuff to do.
I would also like to announce the following new addictions...
1. Cinnamon Gum
2. Maddox
