Mountains Made of Steam
I’ve always liked the last week of classes. You end up with entertaining classes, good exam tips, and usually a series of lectures that are short and to the point.
Take today’s Computer Science Methods lecture, for example. We got our assignments back (only five and a half weeks after they were handed in!), went through the exam in enough detail that anyone who attended would have no excuse for failing, covered the last topic in the unit outline — and were done in half an hour flat, thereby allowing an hour and a half to have lunch and avoid doing one of the four assignments I have due in the next four days.
In spite of the assignment-related stress, though, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s going to be a good week. Really, any time you get pulled over by a traffic cop and let off with a warning has to be a good omen. Plus, my timetable for next semester is, to my great shock, actually pretty decent. Well, apart from the fact that I have one class on Mondays, totalling one hour, which I unfortunately have to attend. That’s a bit of a drag.
Enough university-related rambling, anyway. Time to produce yet another scriptwriting draft. Er…
Better.