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Gregory Morris, 9/22/04 3:17:15 pm |
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Class these days seems to go from a snails pace to a speeding bullet, and back to a crawl in the blink of an eye. My algorithms class sometimes has lots of homework. Sometimes we have none. Sometimes we cover new, exotic material in class that leaves my mind bubbling, sometimes we discuss what "Big-Oh" notation is. Its frustrating. Its like in the autumn when the temperature goes between cold and hot and cold and hot. It messes with you.
My multi-sensory computing class is somewhere between a bad joke and the best class I've ever taken in my life. Half the time we dick around, play with crayons, relive our childhoods. The other half we talk about things like the structure of the human eye in detail. We made stop-motion movies the other day (see the movie to understand the title of the post.) That was fun. Thinking about this class is like (to steal from Douglas Adams) smashing your brain with a slice of lemon wrapped around a bar of gold. Everything we do in the class is meant to give us ideas, to spur creativity, to suggest topics for theses. It really isn't like any other class I've taken. I wonder if I can expect more of this from other Doctoral classes, or if this is just a fluke.
Anyway, 8 days until closing. We're about to be home owners. Shweet.
We're probably going camping this weekend too, which is fantastic, since I'm definitely going to need to be relaxed to tackle the next few weeks of my life. |
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