caramel apple...
Mar. 11th, 2004 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yinshubackupI am so. Tired.
I want my bed so bad.
I have to remain awake for at least another *checks* 6 hours at least.
I have already fallen into involuntary sleep several times today. Yay narcolepsy!
My exam this morning didn't go as bad as I thought, nor as well as I'd hoped. I hope I don't fail this class; that little bugger was worth 35% of my grade. Grrr! So many chem-engineering acronyms... *sigh* I feel like there's so much jargon that comes naturally to a person in any given field after a while, but you have to learn it by experience, with an initial adjustment period. If I was a building inspector, or toxic-environment tester, I'd probably know all of these acronyms and percentages and parts per million and weird environ-testing instruments in my sleep. But right now I have no base for storing them in my long term memory banks; I learn them and they slip right back out of my mind again, and there's no way to make them really "stick". That's where real-world experience comes in. Problem is, how do you prove that to a recruiter? It's the old chicken-and-egg caveat; No good job without experience, no good experience without a job.
Right now I feel good just for remembering what VOC (volatile organic compounds) are, and a list of a bunch of them and what they do. But what's the difference between MVOC, VVOC, SVOC, POM, etc? TALS? STLP? WBGT? an anemometer and a hygrometer? A wet-bulb globe thermometer and a sling psychrometer?
All I have to say is, WTF?? *dry grin* Dammit, Jim, I'm a hotelie, not a doctor! *giggle-groaaan*
...Awwwh, crap. *shrugs* I'm not really whining... I'm not stupid, and I actually do like science, so I really don't have an excuse. I guess if I'd prioritized this class in my mind and attacked it with the fervor of, say, my culinary pursuits, I wouldn't suck so badly. It's not that it's even that boring; it's just dry and tedious until it all comes together.
I just hope I pass.
After the aformentioned exam, I went to Finance, where I learned nothing except how to properly read the Wall Street Journal in such a way as to give the appearance that I know what I'm doing. People on the subway might even mistake me for a day-trader. hahah, that's kind of funny, and exciting. Wait, no it's not. I'm just on crack. Well, extremely sleep deprived, anyway.
After that, I graded the mutiple-choice section of 150 exams while my Professor-boss tried make herself be someone she was not around me, including changing a sudden expletive to "Awwh, MOTHERF--uhhrrigging!" on the spot. And I tried to assure her that it was really okay to be herself, and in the end I guess she trusted me enough to leave me in her office alone with the door locked, grading, while she went and taught class. Which was just as well, because the worst misbehaving I did in there was fall asleep for about 5 minutes with my head on the pile of papers a few times.
Haven't slept since.... Tuesday night? I think. Yep boys and girls, it's that time of year again. My very reality is dancing fuzzy-like before my eyes, and it's not because of any drugs I took or religious trance... it's because my eyes are about to mutiny and roll back in my head. I hope 6:15 gets here soon. Then I can eat with my friends and go home to bed.
At least this lovely little stroll through the park is only lasting for a couple of weeks, and not the whole semester.
Next week I have 3 exams and a deliverable. Whoa, that sounds like a movie title somehow. *cheese grin*
Aggh! My horrid sense of humor (if you could call it that) is showing! I'm usually pretty good at hiding it, since my brother was always intuitively better at the whole humor thing, but being so beyond exhausted has made me giddy and taken my filters off. This is not a wise state for me to remain publicly in. I think I have officially lost control of this entry. Tell you what, gentle reader: You avert your eyes, and I promise I will run away quickly.
*Poof!*
I want my bed so bad.
I have to remain awake for at least another *checks* 6 hours at least.
I have already fallen into involuntary sleep several times today. Yay narcolepsy!
My exam this morning didn't go as bad as I thought, nor as well as I'd hoped. I hope I don't fail this class; that little bugger was worth 35% of my grade. Grrr! So many chem-engineering acronyms... *sigh* I feel like there's so much jargon that comes naturally to a person in any given field after a while, but you have to learn it by experience, with an initial adjustment period. If I was a building inspector, or toxic-environment tester, I'd probably know all of these acronyms and percentages and parts per million and weird environ-testing instruments in my sleep. But right now I have no base for storing them in my long term memory banks; I learn them and they slip right back out of my mind again, and there's no way to make them really "stick". That's where real-world experience comes in. Problem is, how do you prove that to a recruiter? It's the old chicken-and-egg caveat; No good job without experience, no good experience without a job.
Right now I feel good just for remembering what VOC (volatile organic compounds) are, and a list of a bunch of them and what they do. But what's the difference between MVOC, VVOC, SVOC, POM, etc? TALS? STLP? WBGT? an anemometer and a hygrometer? A wet-bulb globe thermometer and a sling psychrometer?
All I have to say is, WTF?? *dry grin* Dammit, Jim, I'm a hotelie, not a doctor! *giggle-groaaan*
...Awwwh, crap. *shrugs* I'm not really whining... I'm not stupid, and I actually do like science, so I really don't have an excuse. I guess if I'd prioritized this class in my mind and attacked it with the fervor of, say, my culinary pursuits, I wouldn't suck so badly. It's not that it's even that boring; it's just dry and tedious until it all comes together.
I just hope I pass.
After the aformentioned exam, I went to Finance, where I learned nothing except how to properly read the Wall Street Journal in such a way as to give the appearance that I know what I'm doing. People on the subway might even mistake me for a day-trader. hahah, that's kind of funny, and exciting. Wait, no it's not. I'm just on crack. Well, extremely sleep deprived, anyway.
After that, I graded the mutiple-choice section of 150 exams while my Professor-boss tried make herself be someone she was not around me, including changing a sudden expletive to "Awwh, MOTHERF--uhhrrigging!" on the spot. And I tried to assure her that it was really okay to be herself, and in the end I guess she trusted me enough to leave me in her office alone with the door locked, grading, while she went and taught class. Which was just as well, because the worst misbehaving I did in there was fall asleep for about 5 minutes with my head on the pile of papers a few times.
Haven't slept since.... Tuesday night? I think. Yep boys and girls, it's that time of year again. My very reality is dancing fuzzy-like before my eyes, and it's not because of any drugs I took or religious trance... it's because my eyes are about to mutiny and roll back in my head. I hope 6:15 gets here soon. Then I can eat with my friends and go home to bed.
At least this lovely little stroll through the park is only lasting for a couple of weeks, and not the whole semester.
Next week I have 3 exams and a deliverable. Whoa, that sounds like a movie title somehow. *cheese grin*
Aggh! My horrid sense of humor (if you could call it that) is showing! I'm usually pretty good at hiding it, since my brother was always intuitively better at the whole humor thing, but being so beyond exhausted has made me giddy and taken my filters off. This is not a wise state for me to remain publicly in. I think I have officially lost control of this entry. Tell you what, gentle reader: You avert your eyes, and I promise I will run away quickly.
*Poof!*
