Classes have started and I’m eye-twitchingly overwhelmed. Sitting in class, wondering, why am I here? Why am I doing this? Why am I learning this? Thinking about the majority of CS and EE majors I personally know who graduated and are now working, instead, in IT or MIS. Terrified that I’m going to work and work and work and end up doing just fine, maybe even doing wonderfully, in my classes– but not retain a shred of information taught to me, only to begin the cycle of premeditated stress and scraping by next semester and the semester after that until my program is over. If CpE 200 is making me want to claw out my eyeballs in the first week, what’s going to happen with CpE 300? Or my 400-level CS classes? And I haven’t even *started* any of my EE components. OH MY GOD, WHY AM I DOING THIS?
I don’t know if it was the classroom setting or the fact that he’s foreign (Swedish, maybe?) or what, but my math professor was wearing white socks with those Velcro sandals and he looked totally normal and non-make-funnable in them. Also, he refused to give us his e-mail address so that if we need to talk to him, we either have to call him or see him in person. Have I just gotten really lucky, or are *all* the math professors here this fucking awesome?
Actually, I think I lucked out with all my professors this semester. They all have this really weird sense of humor, which just makes them doubly funny to me. I like my physics professor– though not quite as much as I liked last semester’s ("the Earf’s gravitational pull"!)– but the lecture hall makes it really hard to hear him. And the protagonist of this class’ studies is going to be, it would seem, the electron. So, you know. Shit on the sub-atomic level. For the next four months.
I am so royally screwed.
Also, I’m getting the feeling that there aren’t a lot of girls in CpE. A good number of ’em in CS and even EE, but… yeah, not so much CpE. I’m the only girl in lab. It’s kind of shitty. And then our lab instructor gave this really lengthy speech on how people get murdered and raped and shot and whatevered on campus and within a mile’s radius of campus and how later on in the semester it was going to be dark by the time we got out of lab and also did we all have a fire extinguisher in our cars? Because we should. And also at least one question on our quiz/exam will be on the fire escape routes from the lab. Oh and we’re working with electric currents so WE COULD DIE IN LAB, just, you know, a heads-up. Phone’s in the cabinet and we all know how to dial 911.
I was standing in the pen aisle at an Office Max once and realized that someone, somewhere, is in charge of engineering new pens. Because every year there are "New and Improved!" pens, pens with smoother ink flow and comfort grips and whatever. And I thought, what an interesting conversation *that* must be: "So what do you do?" "Oh, I’m an engineer." "Really! What do you work on?" "Pens." And THEN I thought, how do you get into that? Is there a college somewhere with a Writing Instument Engineering program? Where you study the frictional relationship between the roller ball and the ink cartridge and the angles of functionality? Because I would totally be all over that and OMFG LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT AM I DOING.