This week is/was dead week, the infamous week before finals where quiet hours are earlier and final projects dominate the evening activities. I had three final projects due this week, two of which were fairly straightforward, one of which was a nightmare. Of course it was Engineering 132's final project. Why should that class ever be straightforward and easy?
We had to create a Graphical User Interface, Video Demonstration, Updated Flow Charts, Updated Navigation Map (thing overall flow chart), a Power Point, and interview our direct users. I still have to interview my direct users tonight, as the final presentation of our GUI is tomorrow morning.
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The meeting on Tuesday for the project was the most nightmarish. It went until 12:30 am Wednesday, a good 5.5 hours for me and more for the rest of my team who met earlier. Then our GUI still had a ton of bugs, which I learned a fix for on Wednesday morning after the project was due. Sigh. So now we are hopefully going to get a regrade based on the lovely effort I put in Wednesday morning during the remainder of our class time (class was let out an hour early) updating the method for passing variables. GUI's suck.
That said, I've remembered the reason I run/ran in high school. I love the nirvana after you run. The pain, the burn, the lovely everything about it. The feeling of satisfaction. Oh, everything. I ran five miles for the first time in forever yesterday, and boy did it feel good. I'm going to probably run just four this afternoon, I have an event this evening at 6:30 and some other stuff to attend to, so I only have time for a 30 to 40 minute run today.
JT's been having a bad time. I hate to see him so upset and it's really hard to communicate with him about it because we aren't in person and these are really tough times he's going through. His family is in a bad way right now and I have no idea what I can do to help him. Plus I have all these projects I'm trying to attend to and I don't have the time he wants from me right now. Ugh. I feel shitty, but I can't even comprehend how he must feel. JT, if you ever read this, I'm sorry I haven't been there. This summer will be a blast (hopefully!).
Anyway, I've been playing a lot of Magic the Gathering with Stephen, he's fueling my habit and encouraging me to engage once again in the arms race that is buying cards. I love it. God, I hope I don't end up being a high ranking military official in charge of the Pentagon's budget. I'd blow it all on cool planes and stuff.
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