Monday, December 29, 2003
You Know You Are A Poor College Student When...
...you get toothpaste for your birthday, socks for Christmas Eve, and Shaving Cream for Christmas...and you are glad you did...
Sunday, December 28, 2003
You Campus Computer Guy...
"He's Nick Burns: Your company computer guy." - Saturday Night Live Skit.
Ever see that skit. I have like five of them on my computer. This guy is not attractive and he shows up at the office when you just about gave up on him getting there. He asks you what the problem is. Makes fun of you for not speaking the correct lingo and says, "MOVE!" when he gets tired of you taking to long to figure it out and he wants to do it. He fixes it in seconds, then says in a demeaning way, "There, now was that so hard?" He then makes a few more low cutting remarks and leaves, stopping at the door to say, "By the way...YOU'RE WELCOME!"
If you get computers, its more funny becuase you know what he is saying. I do now. I have actually gotten pretty good at computers. I knew so little two years ago at this time, it was sad. Now, I am a top student of the Information Systems Major. I am far from knowing it all, but closer. As a result, i have become the resident go-to-guy for computer help from those who know me and dont want to go to strangers who are not that great in the IS department. I think i have blessed with the ability to understand things like that. And after spending enough time on it, i have come to realize that i have somewhat of a knack for teaching it. But, ironically, i was blessed with little paitence. I must have prayed to god for more of it, because he's giving it to me.
I have had to step my dad through the process of reconfiguring the BIOS on the board, not fun or simple. I have had to teach a number of people how to use iMovie on macs, not too hard, but not fun or quick either. I have also spent my winter break tutoring a student who failed my hardware repair and diognosis class. Nothing will frustrate me more than trying to teach someone who just dosen't get it. You try to tell them and show them and you wait...and wait...and.......................................................
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...................................................wait some more...
You get the idea.
JUST FIGURE IT OUT PEOPLE!!!
Uh...well, I think the gross missuse of the elipsise is good enough to prove my point...again...
I dont think that Nick Burns is all that bad anymore. Infact, i sympathize.
ok...well...i guess i'm done now...
Thursday, December 18, 2003
"Memories, Like in the corner of my mind. Misty water collored memories of the way we were." - Barbra Streisand's Memories
So, it is finnished. I have completed yet another semester of school. I have to admit, it wasnt a very good semester. I did well in my classes, but it...i dont know. I guess i was expecting more. It's no wonder things didnt go too well. I was looking at some old email's of mine and found the first one i wrote when i got to campus. This is before i blogged, but i'm sure i would have put it in just like this:
What a start. Since I had bought the ticktes for the flight, the rules
for weight of luggage changed, and not for the better. I had to pay an
additional $25 at the checkin counter. Then i boarded the plane after going
thru one of the "special" inspections which invloved me with no shoes
on and taking my belt off. The guy with the rubber glove was suprisingly
gentle.
Then i found my seat. I checked it 2 or 3 times just to make sure i
wouldnt have to sit next to the guy i did. sure enough. The guy looked and
talked, and i assume smelled, like Milton from Office Space. If you
have seen it you feel sorry for me. He had big coke bottle lenses so his
dence eyes looked extra large, much like his waste line which spewed
over into my seat, thus making it so i either could suck my arm into my
side or rest my arm on his love handles. I chose the first.
It wouldnt be complete if the guy didnt want to talk my ear off the
whole time. And it wasnt interesting. It was about his last 10 day
training session in using the exiting world of computers to manage shipping of
goods. He told me about his FTP reports, which he assumed i would know
that means...
This is all so far just in the taxing period, which did take a long
time. To my great delight, as we were done taxing the captian comes on the
intercom to explain why it was suddenly hot. It was not, as I thought,
the fact that the guy next to me was smothering me in his rolls. It was
an error in the cooling system. So we had to go back to the terminal
and have the crew work on it. No, we couldnt get out, we sat there...for
an hour and a half! Finally capt'n Stubbing says that they are now just
waiting for the crew to fax over the final paperwork on the fix job.
Why did we have to wait for the fax to be sent? No one knows, we just
did. Then since it had been so eventful since the last time, we had to
watch the safetey videos all over again. I was partially glad, since it
would get Milton next to me to shut up, but alas, since he had already
seen it, he felt this time he could comment on it for me.
I think that i had "Harry Potter" open for about an hour trying to read
it when i gave up due to that fact that Milton could not get a clue to
save his life. And by the way i was getting, it might have been a close
call for him. After realizing it was taking me an hour to get thru one
page, i changed tactics, headphones. He found that if he repeated his
questions or leaned over me he could repeat his usual interesting
tidbits about his life to me and bring himself closer, he could get me to
take one side of my phones out so he could repeat it for one last time.
Finally i claimed defeat and began to see how long he could go talking
without any input from me. it was usually in about 15 min blocks. Any
longer and he would have known what i was up to and that would void my
expirement. He might have gone on longer, but has B.F. Skinner noted, the
very act of oberving something will change it. When the heavenly, but
retarded movie, "bringing down the house" started Milton put on his
headphones and stoped talking. He still found it necisary to look over at
me while laughing at the parts he felt were funny to make sure i agreed.
sometimes i did, but never as much as he would have. when i arived late
in honolulu i found my friend there. finally, something working out. I
got home and made it to campus. I found out that my room was not
considered ready for me yet, so i had to throw my stuff in the unsupervised
tv lounge. I did get it locked, but since i have no key (of which i am
supposed to, being an RA) i cannot leave, once i do, I am at the mercy
of someone who might be around with a key. I smell, i have not unpakced,
i am hungry and cannot shower or change. I have been to some special
classes for "training" smelling like i had just crawled out from Miltons
arm pits, which is unfair, since that is not the case...i crawled out
from there 24 hours ago.
Other than that, everything is great!
Huh, maybe its my attitude and not my enviroment...............nah...
So, it is finnished. I have completed yet another semester of school. I have to admit, it wasnt a very good semester. I did well in my classes, but it...i dont know. I guess i was expecting more. It's no wonder things didnt go too well. I was looking at some old email's of mine and found the first one i wrote when i got to campus. This is before i blogged, but i'm sure i would have put it in just like this:
What a start. Since I had bought the ticktes for the flight, the rules
for weight of luggage changed, and not for the better. I had to pay an
additional $25 at the checkin counter. Then i boarded the plane after going
thru one of the "special" inspections which invloved me with no shoes
on and taking my belt off. The guy with the rubber glove was suprisingly
gentle.
Then i found my seat. I checked it 2 or 3 times just to make sure i
wouldnt have to sit next to the guy i did. sure enough. The guy looked and
talked, and i assume smelled, like Milton from Office Space. If you
have seen it you feel sorry for me. He had big coke bottle lenses so his
dence eyes looked extra large, much like his waste line which spewed
over into my seat, thus making it so i either could suck my arm into my
side or rest my arm on his love handles. I chose the first.
It wouldnt be complete if the guy didnt want to talk my ear off the
whole time. And it wasnt interesting. It was about his last 10 day
training session in using the exiting world of computers to manage shipping of
goods. He told me about his FTP reports, which he assumed i would know
that means...
This is all so far just in the taxing period, which did take a long
time. To my great delight, as we were done taxing the captian comes on the
intercom to explain why it was suddenly hot. It was not, as I thought,
the fact that the guy next to me was smothering me in his rolls. It was
an error in the cooling system. So we had to go back to the terminal
and have the crew work on it. No, we couldnt get out, we sat there...for
an hour and a half! Finally capt'n Stubbing says that they are now just
waiting for the crew to fax over the final paperwork on the fix job.
Why did we have to wait for the fax to be sent? No one knows, we just
did. Then since it had been so eventful since the last time, we had to
watch the safetey videos all over again. I was partially glad, since it
would get Milton next to me to shut up, but alas, since he had already
seen it, he felt this time he could comment on it for me.
I think that i had "Harry Potter" open for about an hour trying to read
it when i gave up due to that fact that Milton could not get a clue to
save his life. And by the way i was getting, it might have been a close
call for him. After realizing it was taking me an hour to get thru one
page, i changed tactics, headphones. He found that if he repeated his
questions or leaned over me he could repeat his usual interesting
tidbits about his life to me and bring himself closer, he could get me to
take one side of my phones out so he could repeat it for one last time.
Finally i claimed defeat and began to see how long he could go talking
without any input from me. it was usually in about 15 min blocks. Any
longer and he would have known what i was up to and that would void my
expirement. He might have gone on longer, but has B.F. Skinner noted, the
very act of oberving something will change it. When the heavenly, but
retarded movie, "bringing down the house" started Milton put on his
headphones and stoped talking. He still found it necisary to look over at
me while laughing at the parts he felt were funny to make sure i agreed.
sometimes i did, but never as much as he would have. when i arived late
in honolulu i found my friend there. finally, something working out. I
got home and made it to campus. I found out that my room was not
considered ready for me yet, so i had to throw my stuff in the unsupervised
tv lounge. I did get it locked, but since i have no key (of which i am
supposed to, being an RA) i cannot leave, once i do, I am at the mercy
of someone who might be around with a key. I smell, i have not unpakced,
i am hungry and cannot shower or change. I have been to some special
classes for "training" smelling like i had just crawled out from Miltons
arm pits, which is unfair, since that is not the case...i crawled out
from there 24 hours ago.
Other than that, everything is great!
Huh, maybe its my attitude and not my enviroment...............nah...
Monday, December 08, 2003
"I am so smart, I am so smart! S-M-R-T...I mean...S-M-A-R-T..." - Homer Simpson in Homer Goes Back to College
so, it's finals week. As far as finals go, this is pretty good cake walk. I took two finals today. The first one I was tired for, since it was 7am. I have such a good "A" that my final was just for extra credit...literally. Instead of the three hours it took some, i was out in one. My next one was a class that is harder, Computer Programming II. I did the math, if I get any higher than at 52%, i get an "A". I finnished the test in half an hour...much eiser than i thought it would be.
After that, i went to work on my final for tommorrow. It's my Red Hat Linux administration class. We have a total of 12 workbooks, each worth an equal portion of our grade. In these, you have to read the explainations, do an online exercise, and an online quiz. If you don't finnish the questions or exercises in time, you get a zero for the book. I forgot about the deadline and was worried that my grade would slip. I asked my teacher. My grade was at 109% before i messed up. It dropped to a paultry 107% after that screwup. I guess i learned my lesson! I have a pass/fail test and the final for my red hat class tommorrow and one last institute final to go. Then i can waste my time in my room watching tv on my computer wishing i was home like everbody else here.
I actually have people mad at me for my grades.
I think I need to have a new slogan, "Don't Hate me because I'm smart...hate me becuase I'm smarter than you..."
so, it's finals week. As far as finals go, this is pretty good cake walk. I took two finals today. The first one I was tired for, since it was 7am. I have such a good "A" that my final was just for extra credit...literally. Instead of the three hours it took some, i was out in one. My next one was a class that is harder, Computer Programming II. I did the math, if I get any higher than at 52%, i get an "A". I finnished the test in half an hour...much eiser than i thought it would be.
After that, i went to work on my final for tommorrow. It's my Red Hat Linux administration class. We have a total of 12 workbooks, each worth an equal portion of our grade. In these, you have to read the explainations, do an online exercise, and an online quiz. If you don't finnish the questions or exercises in time, you get a zero for the book. I forgot about the deadline and was worried that my grade would slip. I asked my teacher. My grade was at 109% before i messed up. It dropped to a paultry 107% after that screwup. I guess i learned my lesson! I have a pass/fail test and the final for my red hat class tommorrow and one last institute final to go. Then i can waste my time in my room watching tv on my computer wishing i was home like everbody else here.
I actually have people mad at me for my grades.
I think I need to have a new slogan, "Don't Hate me because I'm smart...hate me becuase I'm smarter than you..."
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
The Great Dress-up Expirement...
It's Hawaii. I like to dress casual. Surf shorts, t-shit and slippers. Just cause I felt like it, i dressed up nice. I wore a longsleeve silk shirt with a colar, nice dress slacks, dress shoes, right down to the dress socks, i was nice looking. Not church, but corporate level all the way.
What i was most interested in was the reaction of my fellow peers. Most were confused. Some didnt recognise me. I think my favorite reaction of all was Jessica Monsons, "Wow. Who gave you a bath?" I was about to go into deatails when she ran off screaming. People treated me different all day. They thought i was smart, kind, and professional. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a weggie all day i had to pick, i would have completely fooled them...
What i was most interested in was the reaction of my fellow peers. Most were confused. Some didnt recognise me. I think my favorite reaction of all was Jessica Monsons, "Wow. Who gave you a bath?" I was about to go into deatails when she ran off screaming. People treated me different all day. They thought i was smart, kind, and professional. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a weggie all day i had to pick, i would have completely fooled them...
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