As I finished off my microflask of butterscotch schnapps last night, I was hungover this morning, in the delicate and ladylike way that I am. Feeling asleep, and only slightly more than normally thirsty. Also, I was woken up no less than three times by eris_raven
sitting on me and purring...
Went to class. Burns reviewed the test. Of the test, I got a 93%: the PL/SQL engine could be on either client or server, and I put the comments in the wrong spots in the written sections. Not fair that I got -2 for misplaced, but complete, comments, and the guy next to me got the same amount of point loss for NO COMMENTS AT ALL.
Ah well. Burns is nitpicky because he wants to prepare us for the Real World, and more on target, wants us to not write Evil Mean Code...
Then I sat around for the better part of an hour, reading LJ. One of the other guys in the lab was reading LJ too; I peeked at his username and I didn't know him. So, like, hi, if you're reading this, which I expect you won't be, since you didn't really know my LJ name...
USAA was in the courtyard, courting students. I have my resumé online, so I just printed out a copy and wandered over when votania
and Little Fayoumis came in. I would be perfect for it, and it pulls $13/hour (depending on experience) ... but there are no buses in that area as yet. Damn. And it's too iffy a market for votania
to go into, despite the pay being damn good versus her current job.
Went to Web class, LF in tow. He was quiet; I was sleepy. We both did well. Evidently "God Da" is "Good Day." Hooray for him! When he's left on his own with paper and pen, he'll write now, instead of just drawing. And he's drawing stick figures, too. w00t!
We came home. He did his homework. He really is reading. Not everything in sight, but really really reading. I am so stoked, and so is he.
Lunch. ( Collapse )
... which is so true these days.