I Hate My Major.

Status Report

    Wearing: Stuff.

    WinAmp is playing: Blackened – Metallica

    Last ate: Broccoli stuffed chicken and Mac & Cheese

    Last round of masturbation: It’s getting hard to remember. Last Wednesday? I forget.

    Entry Start Time: 12:25 AM

    What I’d like my DiaryName to be: Tugger.

    Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Normally, I’d be blaming myself for this. But, this isn’t my fault. Okay, it is, in part. …But it so isn’t.

I tried logging into Remus two weekends ago. You know, figuring I’d do the bulk of the thinking that weekend and get the hard shit out of the way. (Hard shit being “starting”.) Turns out Remus was DOWN that weekend. In class, my shallow classmates were able to extend the deadline by two days. You know, because being unable to code those two days made all the difference for everybody. *shakes head*

So I said to myself, “Okay, you’ve still got a week.” …But, I still couldn’t login. Finally, Thursday night, I broke down and emailed help@remus. You know, in the spirit of “doing something about it.” Couple emails later, I find out I don’t have a login-able account. Oh, great time to find this out. I vaguely remember something about there being a two year limit, and then you have to set up your account again. I even looked for an account builder link on the front page of Remus. I couldn’t find it. Thankfully, someone at help@remus gave me the link.

Unfortunately, when I tried to run that, it gave me an error. I waited 24 hours. I tried again. It still insisted I perform analingus on it. I copied and pasted the error page to the guy at help@remus. Uhhh. I got an email today saying that I was added manually. I’ll email the lad later to thank him.

So I finally sat down to start coding. Sure, I was already sitting. But, the concept of standing up and then sitting down sounds more dramatic.

And fuck, am I lost.

I figured, “I know, I’ll do the Hello World program to get my feet wet with the language.” This one project is in Scheme, by the way. I couldn’t even get half that far. Took at least twenty minutes to figure out where the compiler was. Assuming that’s the compiler I found. I don’t really know what it is. I’m not sure what it does. Even if I had working code, I wouldn’t know how to load it or compile it or make it do what it’s supposed to do.

What the fuck? Seriously. I look on the website for the course. Sure, he has all the fucking slides he uses in class. But, not a SINGLE FUCKING WORD about how to use the scheme thing in Unix. I fucking hate Unix. I can’t emphasis it enough. It’s like playing a video game you hate when you don’t know what the commands are. You’d think typing “exit” “quit” or “bye” would make you exit a fucking program. But nooo. I end up closing SSH and openning a new window.

I really need to figure out what exactly I loaded when I typed “scm”. What is it? I’ve tried typing ubershort code into it. If I type exhibit(), I get back (). …Which is an empty list. Oh. Great. Progress. Except I can’t put anything inside the parenthesis without getting an error.

So. How exactly am I supposed to do this program? I thought, “Oh, well, I can just submit a program that compiles. That way they can’t fail me?” I happened to check the course information, and it happens to have this little gem: In order to pass the course, all programming assignments must be completed and handed in. Quaint. It isn’t supposed to be like this. I tolerate this class. I like coding? Well, in some regards. This isn’t a coding issue I’m having. This is fucking technical difficulties.

I’d like to stab people that enjoy college, just so my puny existance isn’t so mediocre. Yeah, that’d be fun if I walked around with a knife and stabbed people for smiling at me. That’ll show them to be friendly.

I like my philosophy classes. That’s no surprise. I don’t really feel like I’m learning anything in my CS classes. I don’t ever remember a time when I have. I’ve said it before, Computer Science has nothing to do with computers. Why am I pursuing this fucking major, anyway? It’s getting hard to remember. I’ll get out of college knowing a bunch of useless junk I don’t care about. Assuming I even bother to remember. I’ve missed the last Numb Anal lectures. I should bother to GOTO the one tomorrow. You know, just in case he announces there’s an exam or something. I’ve learned about one thing in Descrete Structures, related to real life. And it was a tangent related to whether to stay or switch when playing “Let’s Make A Deal!” Maybe I’ll explain it someday.

I’m feeling pretty dumb and worthless.

I need to remind myself to call The Minor tomorrow. Frankly, I’m not in a big mood to do it, but I know I’ll feel better after I do.

I’m still amazed at how little I can accomplish in the course of a week. I wonder how many Numb Anal homeworks I’ve missed.

I hate Computer Science. I wish there was some viable alternative.

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Ouch. You sound like another Tim I know–my boyfriend’s roommate, who’s also a CS major. You could try asking him, one Timmy to another? His AIM is LSStargazer.

I’m so glad I’m not the only one who hates college. I’m having a hard time making myself go back for just that reason. Not that I can’t get through the classes, but because most of the classes involve such complete bullshit that you wonder “why am I being required to do this, let alone going along with it?” Don’t feel too bad, I barely understood the pc talk in this entry. <3

RYN: Rutgers? Oh, good University. I wish I could get in and afford to go there, but alas – I can’t!

You should ask the Minor if she needs a Miner like you. You know, someone to get down there and dig some tunnels. Ask her if she needs a good spelunking. A quick stalactite massage. Tell her there’s gold down there, about a finger’s length in…

October 13, 2003

ack. coding. evil.

October 13, 2003

*bows* thank you for the BIGGAYDAN story. Noticed how you and I both won on that one? So did Arnold for that matter. He’s from Vienna…do they circumsize there?

October 14, 2003

I use to hate college as well. Maybe there is an alternative to CS?

October 14, 2003

of course your dad wont finance you getting a major that, hey, you might actually enjoy. *pause* man i was so lucky to have my dad, because since he didnt really like his job, he always wanted us to do what WE wanted to do with our lives, our education, etc. mom wants me to follow my dream–but with her paying as little as she possibly can to do so. you’re not dumb and worthless. you’re…

October 14, 2003

timmy! (i almost wrote tummy. hehe. *grin*) um… you’re not dumb and worthless. you just had technical problems coupled with procrastination. which is so inconvenient. *pause* good luck with the coding and the whatnot…

October 14, 2003

*hugs quickly then runs so her college lovin’ ass isn’t stabbed*

I’m sure that if it is truly that important to you, you could speak to a cosmetic surgeon about a skin graft.

FORK! switch (pid = fork()) { case -1: /* Here pid is -1, the fork failed */ /* Some possible reasons are that you’re */ /* out of process slots or virtual memory */ perror(“The fork failed!”); break; That’s all I remember about this shit. Where’s your cookbook? Don’t they have cookbooks anymore?

Also, there’s a man-boobie on your DD. I’m guessing that it is yours.

October 14, 2003

Grrrr. Coding. Even more of a GRR to college overall. Reeeeeediculous. The BIGGAYDAN story made me laugh. Your humour is…indescribable. For lack of a better word.

October 14, 2003

Ah, you think YOU have problems – the Pope SNEEZED over the weekend. I know because I saw it on NBC’s newscast Sunday night and ABC’s newscast Monday night. If that doesn’t put your problems in perspective, well, I just don’t know what will.

October 14, 2003

BTW: I reposted your story in my diary today. Thanks again for letting me. 🙂

I just wanted to say hi really as i have read some of your diary so HI! :o) and just to say you get loadsa notes it must hurt to read them all lol :-}

RYN: You could add your name to the MS list then, if you don’t mind being associated with your mom. As for the rejected interest, it’s actually *very* talked about by those affected. Hey, I’m listening to St. Anger as I type. I adore the new CD. My fave is Master of Puppets. If I seem too “old” to be a Met fan, remember that the guys are the same age as me.

I spent so long reading your notes I forgot what the entry was about. I remember. I can understand what your saying, but I haven’t a clue what you’re doing. Well, I have to go BS another paper for my Survey of Education Foundation class. My room mate is in to philosophy. But I think she really doesn’t know anything. She just reads the crap.

No seriously, consider it. Think about how happy you would be with your new foreskin. Women go through surgical processes all the time to improve their self esteem. If it works for them, it could work for you, too. Really.

That’s college for you. 9/10ths of the stuff they make you learn is useless for what you’ll actually be using it for. Case in point: Austrian Macroeconomics required for my teaching/history major. Whatever.

My father has a Ph.D. in computer science and he’s unemployed at the moment. I know that doesn’t help. Sorrry.

if i had the option of choosing a major, i’d do something easy. like english. or biology. but only because i already have a job. heh. i hated being 19.

PENIS.

October 14, 2003

Maybe some CS guys dont have jobs but they are the highest paid entry positions in the world right now. But you gotta code…oh well..hope the rant made you feel better..who needs a high paid life anyway? I like physchology..even psychiatry where you get the power of the pen..but takes lots longer…hang true…oh I mean tough..hang tough.

October 14, 2003

ryn: *grins* You doofus. Now my readers think you’re attacking me. All two of them, anyway.

October 14, 2003

I enjoy college. Stab me.

October 20, 2003

I wish I would’ve known how pointless it would be and how much I would hate it before I ever started the damn degree… I realized it too late, and decided to finish the degree since I was already in the hole. And yay, now I own a fucking bajillion-dollar piece of paper. Aren’t I lucky. I’ve never completely wasted so much money in my life. Aren’t I special.