Friday night, I went out and bought two books, C# for Experienced Programmers and C++ Programmer’s Notebook. The latter is to increase my understanding of more advanced topics in C++, such as pointers, linked lists, templates, etc. The former is simply to learn C#, particularly in connection with ASP.NET, but also as a standalone language. I did cringe, however, at paying $54.00 (US) for a book, even if it is is Deitel and Deitel book. But as I eagerly opened my C# book this morning, I came to an interesting realization. I have never really learned a language from a book. Turbo Pascal, Visual Basic, and C++ I have learned…

Very few, except when it’s true, of course. MSN has a name numerology (a link I found from Prime Time) page. You put in your first and last name, and it spits out a report like this: 7 Your Heart Number is 7 Makes you a bit of a loner. You probably require a lot of time by yourself just to clear your head and recharge your batteries. You may be somewhat more concerned with the deeper issues of life. 7 Your Personality Number is 7 Can make you seem somewhat reserved or aloof at times, and you might not really have all that great a need for others. You’re…

Wow. I needed (and still need) to release a little tension and frustration at my own inadequacies (most notably in math, physics, and communication skills), so I did a little research and am posting this. I completed my first 8+ years of schooling in Texas, a state that tests its students more than most others. Every year, every semester there was another test to take. There were the TAAS tests (Texas Assessment of Academic Skills Test), some test with the name of an animal or plant, like the Okra test, or the Llama test in elementary school, I don’t remember exactly. But everytime we learned a letter of the alphabet…

I’m sitting here struggling with Integration by Substitution, assigned 23 problems, none of which I understand. I’m feeling like I want to cry, and I dislike asking for help from my buddies, because they can’t explain things so that I understand them and I hate wasting their time. I’m seriously considering saying “fuck it” to the five private schools I am awaiting responses from and taking my acceptance to NC State. Wouldn’t that be something? Thirteen years of hard work, these past two of sheer hell, to go to… NC State. Not that it’s not a good school, of course, but people don’t really go through IB to go to…

“…because you seemed more pleasant when you came back.” My reply of “Gee, thanks,” and then (from him), “Maybe I just needed a break from being around you.” Come on, Michael. You should have known I was going to post this. Although I have a lot of other things to do (and write about), I am going to write about this instead. I have no problem with people being sick of me, but Michael suddenly acts like I bumrush him as soon as he enters Mrs. Sivy’s room in the morning, or like I nag him constantly (or even a lot) when he is around. When is the last time…