YAY, classes are done for the semester. Once this thesis insanity is over, I’m freeee! Which may be another few months, unfortunately.
Sorry for the short blog. Long day. April’s always the least exciting time of the year for me.
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Dear undergraduates of the world:
So there’s this cool little invention I’d like to tell you all about, ‘cause I think it could really improve your life and the lives of those around you. It’s called a staple and it’s here to reinvent the idea of a cohesive set of homework pages belonging to a single individual.
Let me lead you now through the thought process of an overworked TA as they truck through the grading of 100+ intro stats assignments.
1:23 AM: Only ten more assignments to go, this shouldn’t take much longer!
1:24 AM: Oh look, this group of papers is held together by a folded corner. What genius thought that type of binding would hold up being shoved around in a box with 200 other assignments?
1:24 AM: Surprise surprise, there’s only a name on the first sheet.
1:24 AM: And the sheets are all done in different colors of pen (seriously, this really happens).
1:27 AM: Now that I’ve wasted precious minutes making sure the handwriting looks similar enough across the pages to assume that they came from the same individual, let’s get down to grading.
1:31 AM: Handling grading this with the key would be much more streamlined if these pages were all somehow cohesively bound.
1:36 AM: I HATE THIS STUDENT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.
1:38 AM: THEY CAN’T SPELL OR ATTACH PIECES OF PAPER TO ONE ANOTHER.
1:38 AM: F-!
1:39 AM: MUST TRY TO LOWER BLOOD PRESSURE TO SURVIVABLE LEVEL.
1:48 AM: Sigh. Okay. That one’s done. Let’s move on.
1:49 AM: Oh look, this group of papers is held together by a folded corner.
Seriously. Not a tough concept. Staples are not an endangered species, nor are they protected under any sort of natural resource safeguard law.
Use them. PLEASE.
Answer: Three. One to try and decide in what arrangement the desks should be, one to move said desks, and one to realize, after all possible combinations of desk arrangement have been attempted, that they’ve decided on keeping the desks in the order they were originally.
Related news: I’m moving to the Botany Annex, ‘cause the Social/Personality area needs more space. It’s okay, though, ‘cause in the Annex the windows actually open.
Today’s song: Put Your Hands Up for Detroit (Radio Edit) by Fedde Le Grande
Stats classes that taught me how to use R: $900.00
Grad school: $2,700.00/semester
Packs of gum to chew when nervous: $30.00
Amount of money I could have earned working in the time I’ve spent on this one figure manipulation (BC minimum wage style): $400.00
Figuring it out finally and, for once, not getting bitched out by my anyone: Priceless
There are some things money can’t buy. For everything else there’s banging your head against a brick wall until epiphany happens.
Today’s song: Palladio by Karl Jenkins
So for the first time today, I went down to the first floor of Koerner Library (the entrance is on the third floor and the majority of the books I ever check out are on the fourth and fifth floors). But thanks to the desire to read Dr. Zhivago, I had to go down instead of up this afternoon.
And this is all I have to say: that is the creepiest motherfucking floor of any library I’ve ever been in.
Libraries are usually, to me, quite comforting things—they inspire one to write, they inspire one to read. They’re fun to get lost in and wander around until you find the obscure little corners full of shelves of authors’ works that sit largely unread by the general public (the structural equation modeling section, anyone?). In short, they’re motivating, quiet, wonderful things that serve to quench intellectual wanderlust.
The first floor of Koerner was none of these. I just wanted to sprint to Pasternak’s little corner, snatch up my book, and get the hell out. There was no one down there, however, save maybe two people. So ignoring the not-so-subtle drone of the building air intake wall (which you shall see), I took a short little video of the place.
The creepy vibe on the video doesn’t even reach 10% of the level it is in real life. Seriously. It was scary as hell down there. That humming you hear when I’m close to the vent is much louder in real life, too, and permeates throughout the whole floor at a level my camera mic can apparently not pick up. Check it out:
Oh yeah, and those wheel things on the sides of the shelves swing the shelves outward so people can get to the journals inside. The second time I’m zooming in on the vid is where a wheel is turning, but you can’t see it, unfortunately.
Today’s song: Show Me Love by Robyn
HOT DAMN I love calculus.
And no, it’s not just because the great and glorious Leibniz invented it, either. It’s very methodical and I actually know what the hell I’m doing (for most of it). I think I hated it so much the first time around because it was at 8:30 in the freaking morning AND because it was all business-oriented. And because I didn’t really care back then. I dig the tediousness of it all—it’s less tedious than eigenvalues (thank god) but still fun. It feels weird to be doing a metric crap ton of math homework again.
Oh, and THERE’S A FREAKING ICE CREAM TRUCK OVER HERE, TOO! Totally not an imaginary one, either…I saw it go down 43rd street blasting out a lullaby.
I’m not insane. Bad ass.
Today’s song: Glycerine by Bush
This morning I had to sprint ten blocks* to the second bus I catch to get to campus because somehow, in the infinite wisdom that is my half-awake mindset, I managed to screw up the time my second alarm goes off while I was trying to get the first one to shut up. I wouldn’t have even bothered except I had to present for my Measurement class at 9:30 AM…not something you want to miss when the presentation is worth like 30% of your grade, and something I’m damn glad I remembered when I happened to glance at my clock and see a blurry “8:50 AM” displayed.
On the upside, I broke my old record of “this is the fastest I can get to school in panic mode.”
So after that insanity this morning, I then spent all afternoon spazzing over my Regression problem set (due tomorrow) as well as the write-up for my Measurement project (due tomorrow, too). Then I somehow stumbled across the fact that Brian Regan actually does do shows in Canada, and that he was performing tonight at 7:30. So I went to see him, which was super awesome. Worth every dollar, that man is freaking hilarious.
IN OTHER NEWS: classes are over, bitches! Now I just have to turn in these two things tomorrow, invigilate exams on the 21st and 22nd, take my Regression final on the 23rd, turn in the last Measurement homework on the 26th, and grade Infancy crap. Then first year = DONE.
Yeah, that’s all I got.
*Vancouver blocks are like twice the size of Moscow ones, for whatever the hell reason. It takes 15 minutes to walk from 41st to my house on 31st, and I walk pretty damn fast. Not a problem when I don’t have anywhere to be, but in the mornings I much prefer the 2 minute ride on the #7 to get to the UBC bus.
Today’s song: 栄光の架橋 by ゆず
I think I accidentally took some sort of “anti-screw around” drug or something this morning, ‘cause I got a lot of crap done today.
In fact, now that I think about it, today was the least “bad” day I’ve had in a long, long time (up here, that is, I don’t count when I went back to the States for cats/friends/orgies). I actually got that stupid R code to converge this afternoon (so TAKE THAT!), subsequently made pretty graphs, worked on Measurement homework, emailed back the obnoxious Infancy students, and worked on my final project.
I’m also excited ‘cause I get to make a PowerPoint presentation.
I fucking love PowerPoint.
Today’s song: Up by The Saturdays
Ahhhhhh, much better.
It’s surprising how much happier doing a random FAs or CFAs makes me. I wonder what that says? Certainly that I’m on the right track in a sense…
So I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to apply for a job at the Census this summer. If I get it, I’m quitting UBC. Decision will be final.
I also DREAMT ABOUT CLIPPY LAST NIGHT WHAT THE HELL. I think it’s because I was going through ye olde blogs and found that one about him. It was a pretty awesome dream. Clippy’s Odyssey will be an upcoming short story, I promise.
Oh yeah. No freaking clue what to do for Script Frenzy yet…might redo/expand Marionette, but that sucked more than anything I’ve ever written, so who knows.
Today’s song: Castaway by Chasen
On the door of one of the area labs on the third floor of the psych building. Never saw it before because the door’s always been open and I’ve never paid attention.
Plastic bag fashion! Again, this is what results from studying stats all day. I just did the close-up of the top, ’cause the bottom kind of sucks and I got bored in the middle of it.
Today’s song: Ride On by Celtic Panpipes
SPSS gets almost as wound up about factor analysis as I do:
Jeremy gets more excitable the closer we get to the midterm. “What happens if you run an analysis of x and x squared? You’ll get HUGE multicollinearity and the program will return a ton of red text! ‘Inflation factor of ONE BILLION! ABORT! ABORT! DO YOU WANT TO PROCEED?!?!’”
Today’s song: Something Good ’09 (Radio Edit) by Utah Saints
Statistical computing: there are about sixteen of us in there. Guess who’s the only female and the only non-Asian?
Tell me that’s not intimidating.
Also, I have realized over the course of several MSN conversations how tied to specific memories the majority of the songs in my iTunes library are.
I say I could pick out a specific memory surrounding the date I added a song for about 90% of them.
This is very good when I’m feeling nostalgic, but pretty crappy when I want to focus on what I’m doing at the time when I’m listening to the song.
There was something else I was going to say today, but I honestly can’t remember what it was.
Today’s song: Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant