Unrelated story first: this would be the ninth of september. We were driving to see प्यार के साईड इफ़ेक्ट्स (Pyar Ke Side Effects), and on the way, this song ना तुम जानो ना हम (Na Tum Jano Na Hum) was playing on the radio and with all the god-given brain power I possessed, I was trying to remember which film the song was from, and I just couldn't… and I knew I knew it; so that was really frustrating. But then, my mother, who was driving, asked me "यह किस फ़िल्म का गाना है?" ("Which film is this song from?") and I instantly replied "कहो ना प्यार है" ("Kaho Naa Pyar Hai"). I quite literally gave myself the tiniest of shocks. I knew the film but I couldn't coax it out of myself. It took an external impetus to get me to say the name. That was just weird; I mean, I happen to be the person in possession of this information and it is actually accessible to everyone but me. Perfectly ludicrous.
Anyway, I was sitting at work today and it was nearing midnight and I said to myself, "Y'know this algorithms class… admit it, you're really not up to it and believe me, you're going to end up failing every exam in it" and I replied, "Damn right I'm failing it." Which is when I logged in to Axess and dropped the class. I also added a class 11 minutes before the Add Deadline but I'm not saying what it is. بسم الله الرحمن يلرحيم
Also, dropping this algorithms class will probably prevent my begetting of a brain tumour; this class was seriously way over my head. I mean, I've been in classes in which I've scored badly on the exams and the homework assignments have been extremely challenging, but I've always been able to keep up with what the guy's saying in lecture. But here, the lecturer's saying to the class, "Please answer; this is not a trick question; it's actually very simple." and I'm like "I have no clue what you're on about." Probably a bad sign. It's a junior-level class and I'll take it next year when I'm more comfortable with books that weigh three kilos.
Also, I finally have batteries (yes, plural, I have two) for my PowerBook G4 that are actually guaranteed not to explode. For the past two weeks, I have been using one that could have exploded just about any time and killed me. Sure, I would've gone out with a bang (that too in physics lecture or something) but it would've been sad and unfortunate. Besides, I prefer a death in which I get impaled by three black arrows like Boromir did and having some fancy dialogue with the King of Gondor before making an exit stage up… or something… along those lines. Also, now that I have two batteries, I can use my laptop continuously for about eight hours. Cool or what?
Oh, and also, my handwriting is actually being admired here. Can you believe that? Ce n'est pas possible. It amuses me no end because back in UAE, my handwriting was considered shit. Back in Delhi though, yeah, the handwriting scene was pretty bad (our school didn't exactly emphasize…) and I considered mine to be "neat" if nothing better (at least amongst the male population). Here, for the first time, I've heard my F's and I's being called "hot". Yeah, it made me happy. Also, my Chinese teacher likes my handwriting in Chinese. She wrote 你的汉字很好 (Your Chinese characters are very good) on one of my homework assignments and it made me glad beyond words. Gosh, I wish I didn't need praise to make me this happy. Oh for cathartic releases through blogging! I'm just not good at too many things.
Anyway, I was sitting at work today and it was nearing midnight and I said to myself, "Y'know this algorithms class… admit it, you're really not up to it and believe me, you're going to end up failing every exam in it" and I replied, "Damn right I'm failing it." Which is when I logged in to Axess and dropped the class. I also added a class 11 minutes before the Add Deadline but I'm not saying what it is. بسم الله الرحمن يلرحيم
Also, dropping this algorithms class will probably prevent my begetting of a brain tumour; this class was seriously way over my head. I mean, I've been in classes in which I've scored badly on the exams and the homework assignments have been extremely challenging, but I've always been able to keep up with what the guy's saying in lecture. But here, the lecturer's saying to the class, "Please answer; this is not a trick question; it's actually very simple." and I'm like "I have no clue what you're on about." Probably a bad sign. It's a junior-level class and I'll take it next year when I'm more comfortable with books that weigh three kilos.
Also, I finally have batteries (yes, plural, I have two) for my PowerBook G4 that are actually guaranteed not to explode. For the past two weeks, I have been using one that could have exploded just about any time and killed me. Sure, I would've gone out with a bang (that too in physics lecture or something) but it would've been sad and unfortunate. Besides, I prefer a death in which I get impaled by three black arrows like Boromir did and having some fancy dialogue with the King of Gondor before making an exit stage up… or something… along those lines. Also, now that I have two batteries, I can use my laptop continuously for about eight hours. Cool or what?
Oh, and also, my handwriting is actually being admired here. Can you believe that? Ce n'est pas possible. It amuses me no end because back in UAE, my handwriting was considered shit. Back in Delhi though, yeah, the handwriting scene was pretty bad (our school didn't exactly emphasize…) and I considered mine to be "neat" if nothing better (at least amongst the male population). Here, for the first time, I've heard my F's and I's being called "hot". Yeah, it made me happy. Also, my Chinese teacher likes my handwriting in Chinese. She wrote 你的汉字很好 (Your Chinese characters are very good) on one of my homework assignments and it made me glad beyond words. Gosh, I wish I didn't need praise to make me this happy. Oh for cathartic releases through blogging! I'm just not good at too many things.
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