Monday, December 10, 2012

Because I'm me...

(IF you missed the fantastic photos in the last post, a quick scroll-down is a must...)

So, I lived through only my SECOND beastly 7 AM final in nigh unto 15 years of college today. Ugh. I don't DO 7AM finals. I don't do 7AM CLASSES, for cryin out loud. I just had to document that I survived it. My WORD that one hurt. My brain truly feels like a flimsy little Scotch-Brite sponge that's just survived it's first (and last) encounter with a vice!  Oh man. It actually took me all three hours. I mean all three. I turned it all in with 2 minutes to spare.

It was my final for a class they call Microcomputer Materials Production. Let's dispense with the bull...I have NO programming background at all, but never you worry: I WROTE AN APP THIS SEMESTER. So, I knew the final was going to be the death of me. With that much work required for the class AND a final to boot, I knew it'd be a doozy. And, it was. I kinda breezed through the first written half, which scared the bejeebers out of me. I didn't even know bejeebers were awake at 7AM. And I REALLY felt like I was relying on the ol' BSing purge technique I've been honing for all these years during test time....I was sure I'd forgotten something.

I slaved over the second half of it for quite some time, and I got it to do everything they asked for except the last (and most important) thing. I tried and tried, and finally gave up and went back to my teacher, "Ok, I have tried everything I know how to code. If you'd like to come up here and SEE if you can give me a hint, great. If you can't, that's totally fine. I give."  So, he obliged and came to my computer, looked it over and then tried to ask me 4 or 5 questions that were supposed to clue in my obliterated-goo-for-a-brain to the problem. I finally said, "I'm not sure I care that much."  He looked right at me and said, "It's so easy, you'll kick yourself when you figure it out." I stared at in one more time...

A comma. I was missing a freakin' comma. BOO! BUT, at least I found it. He was right, I wanted to kick it, but since I'm still wearing layers of prescribed foot-gear from the podiatrist, I decided against it. Instead, I frantically went through my code making sure it really did work, and not believing my eyes when it did.

I lived!!

(No, its not me. It's some lovely person on the web.)

Oh...and...I aced it. ;)  Heck ya.


  1. I do not miss early test days at all. Congrats on surviving. I'm glad you figured it out in time! When in doubt... add a comma.

  2. Good job being such a little smarty pants! Sure wish I could see you and go to lunch or something. I miss our chats. Hugs! Wendi-loo

    1. Not sure how I missed this comment, but AMEN! I wish we could too! And I wanna see pics of that 4th little beauty when he or she graces this world, ok??

  3. Way to Go!!!! Great story, great class, kicked my booty too, but you made an APP! You will never be the same.