November 29, 2005

That's When The Party Started


The end of last year's tree trimming party.

Zen and the Art of Linear Programming: Tonight, I walked into my Deterministic Models final exam with the placid, Zen-like calm of a condemned man approaching the gallows. I had studied decently hard, but there was nothing more to be done, I either was prepared or I wasnít. My nerves were calmed mainly by four magic words: Open book, open notes. I think I did well on the final. Well enough to offset my horrible start in the class, which I blame primarily on the 102 degree fever I was running when I took the first quiz. In any case, I found out a few weeks ago that I will not have to take Stochastic Models as one of my three remaining courses prior to graduation, which means I can start forgetting linear programming this very instant. With the aid of the impending holiday party season, Iím sure I wonít be able to remember how to manipulate a simplex tableau by the time the new year rolls around. Bring on the fun, its winter break!

Tally Ho, Indeed: The candidate passages for the annual Bad Sex in Fiction award have been announced and they are as dire as ever. Like Zorro, man, like Zorro. I canít imagine being able to write this stuff with a straight face, let alone read it that way.

Baby, Donít Get Me Started: Two lively songs from the state thatís round on the ends and hi in the middle.
Prisonshake Ė Precious
Gaunt Ė Transistor Sister

Posted by Drew at November 29, 2005 10:07 PM
Comments

Aw, that is such a sweet photo.

Posted by: Tara H. at November 30, 2005 04:02 AM

Aw, that is such a sweet photo.

Posted by: Tara H. at November 30, 2005 04:03 AM

Sam and Connell are only angels when they're sleeping.

Posted by: Drew at November 30, 2005 08:40 AM