So this really isn't an entertaining post, but I've been a slacker lately on this blog, so I just needed something to get me going again. That being said... The title of this post is inspired by a guy that seemed to tag along to all of the drum corps shows that we were at last year and bellow out before and after each performance, "HOW BOUT THEM HURRICANES?." I always appreciated the raucous support that the gentleman provided, but at our first show last night in Bridgeport, he was strangely absent. Apparently we didn't need it, because the 2009 Hurricanes came out with a vengenance. We came into the show and took first place in Bridgeport for the first time in 26 years. What a day it was.
Report time at Kennedy Stadium was 9am, and we rehearsed all day in the hot, muggy weather. The turf which had soaked up all the moisture from Friday's torrential thunderstorms was evaporating and created a nice little convection oven for us to work in. Rehearsal etiquette was subpar and the staff harped on us the entire time to suck it up, and push through it. We were constantly reminded about how we weren't ready to be a champion, and that the Reading Buccaneers do everything bigger and better. Since they've been champions for four years running, that may still be true, but we took strides to finally close the gap. Lunch was around 11:30, giving us about 45 minutes to ourselves before beginning a four hour visual block. We got a lot accomplished, but afterwards I was absolutley gassed. I took a quick shower in the lovely facilities at Central High School, and grabbed the cooler from my car for dinner. I quickly inhaled a PB&J before resorting to just eating it straight from the jar with a knife, anything I could do to restore some semblance of energy to my body. I sat down in the grass to recuperate, downing a half gallon of water and some pre-show caffeine. It was time to report again at 6:15. We were three minutes late for lining up which our brass caption head was almost delighted to inform us about. We warmed up and did all of our typical pre-show rituals. Then it was show time.
We began our slow, methodical march towards the stadium. The silence was thick with anticipation as Kennedy Stadium loomed into view. The Atlanta CorpsVets were finishing up their show. They finished 'Georgia on my Mind' to an uproarious standing ovation from the decent sized crowd of around 3,000. The adrenaline began to replace any remnants of fatigue that were in my body and the heart rate began to climb steadily. Before I knew it, we were at the stadium gates and our cadence began. We marched on the field with the home crowd showing us their support. We warmed up, took our spots, and began the show. We nailed the first big hit, and the crowd went nuts, fueling my adrenaline rush. The show progressed pretty well, until about halfway through when the adrenaline thinned out and my body was deep in oxygen debt. The corps was running out of gas and portions of Red Pony, and our ballad were mediocre at best. The corps didn't give up though, and we salvaged the closer to finish the show to a standing ovation. I walked off the field dissapointed, knowing that we could have done better.
The mood of the corps after the show was sullen... That is until the staff came back to us and let us know before we were supposed to that we had won the show. We lined up for a full retreat (long and borrringgg) and listened as they announced that we had won high colorguard, percussion, and visual. The Caballeros had won brass by only a few tenths, and that stung a little bit. However, when the announcer came across, "And in first place, with a score of 77.525..." all those problems melted away. And as of now we sit comfortable atop the DCA ladder... Though the other top corps didn't perform that week, so I take it with a grain of salt.
Open Class:
1 - 77.525 Hurricanes (Bridgeport, CT 6/27)
2 - 77.375 Minnesota Brass (Mankato, MN 6/22)
3 - 76.438 Buccaneers (Wildwood, NJ 06/20)
4 - 75.900 Caballeros (Bridgeport, CT 6/27)
5 - 72.388 Renegades (Stanford, CA 6/27)
6 - 70.363 CorpsVets (Bridgeport, CT 6/27)
7 - 68.400 Bushwackers (Bridgeport, CT 6/27)
8 - 60.913 Crusaders (Bridgeport, CT 6/27)
Wooo!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Summer Slackin'
It's been two weeks since my last entry. What have I been doing? Well finals were around for awhile, and then the whole moving back home thing threw me off my blogging rythym. I really haven't done anything except go up to Dedham once to watch the Celtics in game 5 of the playoffs. Side note: I did not actually see the game. It was simply a gathering upon common ground with a TV. That was a lot of fun, but haven't done much of anything else except hurricanes on the weekend. I've been running a lot which is always fun. It's warm, it smells awesome outside, and Bethlehem offers a change of scenery from Storrs. One thing I have noticed though is that 10 miles in Bethlehem/Watertown is NOT the same as 10 miles at UConn. Bethlehem is a hilly area, and when I went for a run last week, it was like running with an elephant on my shoulders (illustrated below) that was using its trunk to repeatedly punch me in the balls. Oh well, it builds character, and if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it. 
Being at home is nice, but it gets awfully boring. At the end of the day when I'm lying in bed, I try and remember what I did all day. For the large part, I have no idea where 16 hours of my time went. I've decided to make a pie chart that maps out a typical day at home.
Some days I spend less time playing video games and more time doing my 3 site rotation. Also, let it be noted that my swag is on at all times, the piece of the pie above is simply time solely dedicated to the activation of swag.
I found out last week that I get to go to Boston for orientation with Deloitte in June. I spend 4 days there one week, and 3 the next. So that should be a blast. Adding to the excitement is the incredibly vague schedule that they gave me to reference. Ex. Day 1 - W2D. Simple deduction would suggest that the acronym stands for Welcome to Deloitte, but what the balls am I supposed to make of Day 3 - GTKT? Guns, Tanks, and Knives Training is the only thing that I can come up with. Only time will tell. At the very least, the trip should give me some fun material to blog about.
Well, it's time for me to turn it on, because I got a BIG day planned tomorrow. Weedwacking around the yard! Over and out.
Being at home is nice, but it gets awfully boring. At the end of the day when I'm lying in bed, I try and remember what I did all day. For the large part, I have no idea where 16 hours of my time went. I've decided to make a pie chart that maps out a typical day at home.
Some days I spend less time playing video games and more time doing my 3 site rotation. Also, let it be noted that my swag is on at all times, the piece of the pie above is simply time solely dedicated to the activation of swag.
I found out last week that I get to go to Boston for orientation with Deloitte in June. I spend 4 days there one week, and 3 the next. So that should be a blast. Adding to the excitement is the incredibly vague schedule that they gave me to reference. Ex. Day 1 - W2D. Simple deduction would suggest that the acronym stands for Welcome to Deloitte, but what the balls am I supposed to make of Day 3 - GTKT? Guns, Tanks, and Knives Training is the only thing that I can come up with. Only time will tell. At the very least, the trip should give me some fun material to blog about.
Well, it's time for me to turn it on, because I got a BIG day planned tomorrow. Weedwacking around the yard! Over and out.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
THAT guy
We all know THAT guy. The one that likes to throw the wrench into the gears of life. Whether it's the guy who's cell phone goes off in the middle of an exam, or the guy who when there is a lull in the conversation yells, "It just got real fuckin' quiet in here." In any of those situations I always get annoyed, or just generally feel embarassed for them. But at the same time, I think we have all been THAT guy too.
For example, yesterday I went to go get dinner at South. Since I never eat there, it's a relatively new environment to me, and I don't know the social norms that have been established in that dining hall. The soda fountains at south are particularly long. They're about 6 feet in length for some reason, and the ice dispenser isn't in the right or ever in the middle like it should be, it's on the left. I went to go get some water from the dispenser, but there was a girl in front of me. She walked past the water dispenser so I figured it was fine to grab it for myself. Turns out she was just going quickly for ice and then coming back for it. I totally jacked her spot and became THAT guy. Dan, who watched the entire situation unfold told me that the girl had the most exasperated, annoyed look on her face while my glass of water slowly filled up. I should've apologized for being an asshole, but I didn't. I hate when that happens!
Or when I'm driving on the highway going to the legendary Dedham, Massachusetts, hometown of the Pickens clan. I'm driving along the Mass pike still fuming from when someone cut me off minutes earlier, when I suddenly realize my exit is 500 feet in front of me. I'm in the left lane going 70 with a car to my right. I speed up and cut in front of him and slam on the brakes to make the hairpin turn of the offramp. I mentally hang my head in shame, because doing so physically would surely be catastrophic while driving. The car ended up in the lane next to me again, and I did my best to avoid eye contact.
So next time you get pissed off at THAT guy, try and remember that we are all guilty every once and while. Now I'll proceed to ignore my own advice and get pissed at the next person who takes the ice cream scooper from the left side of the freezer and uses it on the right side.... Bastards.
For example, yesterday I went to go get dinner at South. Since I never eat there, it's a relatively new environment to me, and I don't know the social norms that have been established in that dining hall. The soda fountains at south are particularly long. They're about 6 feet in length for some reason, and the ice dispenser isn't in the right or ever in the middle like it should be, it's on the left. I went to go get some water from the dispenser, but there was a girl in front of me. She walked past the water dispenser so I figured it was fine to grab it for myself. Turns out she was just going quickly for ice and then coming back for it. I totally jacked her spot and became THAT guy. Dan, who watched the entire situation unfold told me that the girl had the most exasperated, annoyed look on her face while my glass of water slowly filled up. I should've apologized for being an asshole, but I didn't. I hate when that happens!
Or when I'm driving on the highway going to the legendary Dedham, Massachusetts, hometown of the Pickens clan. I'm driving along the Mass pike still fuming from when someone cut me off minutes earlier, when I suddenly realize my exit is 500 feet in front of me. I'm in the left lane going 70 with a car to my right. I speed up and cut in front of him and slam on the brakes to make the hairpin turn of the offramp. I mentally hang my head in shame, because doing so physically would surely be catastrophic while driving. The car ended up in the lane next to me again, and I did my best to avoid eye contact.
So next time you get pissed off at THAT guy, try and remember that we are all guilty every once and while. Now I'll proceed to ignore my own advice and get pissed at the next person who takes the ice cream scooper from the left side of the freezer and uses it on the right side.... Bastards.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Time Value of Time?
So I get out of school this friday, and I always hate packing up my belongings, stuffing it in my car, and then finding a spot for it back home. When I'm done, I just want to be done. My solution this year was to go home the weekend before (I had Hurricanes rehearsal anyway), and bring the vast majority of my stuff home early. Which got me thinking, is there such a thing as the time value of time? In my mind it's similar to the time value of money, which in its simplest form means one dollar today is worth more than one dollar a week from now. Is freeing up time at a later date more/less valuable than freeing up today?
When it comes to money, you calculate how much money from the future is worth today by discounting the cash flow at a certain interest rate that you think you can earn. For example, if Bobby Bobby Billionaire Big Time Baller says he will pay me $100 one year from today, and I can earn a 10% interest rate on money today, than that money is worth $90.90 ($100 / (1 + .10))today. Do we inherently place the same level of appreciation on time in the future? It would explain why people use the rationale "Do it while you're young", or why people later in life are much less likely to take a risk. So I'm kind of hoping that the day I saved unpacking all my stuff last friday, will be worth 1.1 days to me on this coming friday! Of course, then I'd have to subtract all the time I wasted cultivating this theory in my head.
I'd also like to recount one more story into the annals of the internet. Most of the people who read this have already heard the story, but it's worth recording in writing so I never forget about it. So... Rory, my roommate, has been having random allergy attacks at night when he's trying to sleep. It happens every once and awhile, and he ends up not sleeping very well. He pretty much oscillates between stages of consciousness, having weird dreams and overall just feeling out of it. Also worth noting is that he sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed in our dorm. Well last week when he was trying to sleep through the aforementioned allergy attacks, he wakes up, and much to his terror he thinks that his bed is collapsing in on him. He jumps out of bed, and then realizes that Ortiz is still on the top bunk. He shouts, "ORTIZ! THE BED IS FALLING, GET OUT!!" Ortiz springs awake just as Rory comes to. Rory suddenly realizes that he isn't dreaming, and the bed isn't indeed collapsing. He essentially puts his hands on his head and says, "Oh my god... I am sooo sorry." The story is made better in person thanks to the wonders of voice intonation, but I got the general idea across. Awesome.
When it comes to money, you calculate how much money from the future is worth today by discounting the cash flow at a certain interest rate that you think you can earn. For example, if Bobby Bobby Billionaire Big Time Baller says he will pay me $100 one year from today, and I can earn a 10% interest rate on money today, than that money is worth $90.90 ($100 / (1 + .10))today. Do we inherently place the same level of appreciation on time in the future? It would explain why people use the rationale "Do it while you're young", or why people later in life are much less likely to take a risk. So I'm kind of hoping that the day I saved unpacking all my stuff last friday, will be worth 1.1 days to me on this coming friday! Of course, then I'd have to subtract all the time I wasted cultivating this theory in my head.
I'd also like to recount one more story into the annals of the internet. Most of the people who read this have already heard the story, but it's worth recording in writing so I never forget about it. So... Rory, my roommate, has been having random allergy attacks at night when he's trying to sleep. It happens every once and awhile, and he ends up not sleeping very well. He pretty much oscillates between stages of consciousness, having weird dreams and overall just feeling out of it. Also worth noting is that he sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed in our dorm. Well last week when he was trying to sleep through the aforementioned allergy attacks, he wakes up, and much to his terror he thinks that his bed is collapsing in on him. He jumps out of bed, and then realizes that Ortiz is still on the top bunk. He shouts, "ORTIZ! THE BED IS FALLING, GET OUT!!" Ortiz springs awake just as Rory comes to. Rory suddenly realizes that he isn't dreaming, and the bed isn't indeed collapsing. He essentially puts his hands on his head and says, "Oh my god... I am sooo sorry." The story is made better in person thanks to the wonders of voice intonation, but I got the general idea across. Awesome.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Home Stretch!
It's the last week of classes for the semester. After that, there are just three finals between me and the summer. I'm in my 'favorite' class right now, nutrition, and we're doing teacher evaluations, which means it's show time. Apparently, I already have an A in the class, which makes me wonder why I even came to class today. I've never skipped a class before, I don't know if this qualifies, but why risk breaking the streak on such a crappy class? Besides, it got me up early, and I'm writing this blog entry. Chances are I'll be playing video games after I finish this entry, so one could argue that I'm being more productive in class than I would out of it.
It's going to be a busy week for sure, I have a presentation tomorrow and then I have to finish studying for my hardest exam, intermediate accounting, by friday due to Hurricanes on the weekend. Speaking of which, we had our first drill weekend on saturday and sunday, and it was pretty awesome. Saturday was 10-Midnight, and was an absolute marathon. We learned our first 22 sets of drill, and it kicks ass. It's fast and hard, that's what she said, and I have a few moves so far that are on the edge of my physical capability, which is exciting. We had just under 45 horns out of the 50 total we plan to have by our first show, which is a great start. Last year at the same time we had about 25 of the 48 we wanted. Having the numbers from the start, makes learning the drill easier, and will make us sound better by the start of the season. Our brass caption head, Justin, is the man and knows what he's doing. We also managed to piss him off to the point where he didn't show up to the next horn arc. A few people were late to horn arc in the afternoon, and he gets really pissed when people are late. After he made us do a ab workout on the pavement, and these killer lunges, he had us play through our opener without music. He told us to memorize our music, and let's just say we didn't do a very good job. At that point he was like, "We meet back at 6:30, I may show up, I may not, apparently that's how you guys operate." Sure enough, he didn't show up til around 7:30... whoops! Either way, the weekend was a success, and we're in great shape for this point in the season, and I can't wait for it to start.
I'm really looking forward to the summer, and the warm weather this weekend renewed my vigor for the heat. Hurricanes, Internship, and BBQs. That is my summer plan, and I think it's a path to the best summer ever!
It's going to be a busy week for sure, I have a presentation tomorrow and then I have to finish studying for my hardest exam, intermediate accounting, by friday due to Hurricanes on the weekend. Speaking of which, we had our first drill weekend on saturday and sunday, and it was pretty awesome. Saturday was 10-Midnight, and was an absolute marathon. We learned our first 22 sets of drill, and it kicks ass. It's fast and hard, that's what she said, and I have a few moves so far that are on the edge of my physical capability, which is exciting. We had just under 45 horns out of the 50 total we plan to have by our first show, which is a great start. Last year at the same time we had about 25 of the 48 we wanted. Having the numbers from the start, makes learning the drill easier, and will make us sound better by the start of the season. Our brass caption head, Justin, is the man and knows what he's doing. We also managed to piss him off to the point where he didn't show up to the next horn arc. A few people were late to horn arc in the afternoon, and he gets really pissed when people are late. After he made us do a ab workout on the pavement, and these killer lunges, he had us play through our opener without music. He told us to memorize our music, and let's just say we didn't do a very good job. At that point he was like, "We meet back at 6:30, I may show up, I may not, apparently that's how you guys operate." Sure enough, he didn't show up til around 7:30... whoops! Either way, the weekend was a success, and we're in great shape for this point in the season, and I can't wait for it to start.
I'm really looking forward to the summer, and the warm weather this weekend renewed my vigor for the heat. Hurricanes, Internship, and BBQs. That is my summer plan, and I think it's a path to the best summer ever!
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Not-so-Thrilling Conclusion
If you read my last blog entry, you know that I ran into a bit of a SNAFU with a certain nutrition assignment. In brief synopsis: I had an assignment due, I forgot about it, wrote an e-mail saying I was sick and couldn't turn it in (wrote the e-mail from the class I was supposedly missing). I figured that this entire operation would work as long as I wasn't identified in the class I said was missing. That was unlikely, since I've never talked to her or had to hand anything in directly to her.
The e-mail delivery went off without a hitch, and I thought I'd be all set. What I didn't expect however, is that she'd be such a stalwart for proecudre. Apparently, if you don't make it to class, you have to tell her by 8:00AM the day of the class. Looking at the timestamp of my e-mail, it read 8:06AM... Damn!
"I am sorry that you are sick and missed the deadline. I can't accept your late
submission though. You had to contact me earlier than the class time (8:00am) and
asked me how to submit it electronically instead of submitting in class. Sorry
again. I hope you are getting well soon.
Ock"
She cast away my feigned illness, and drove the stake right into my heart. RUTHLESS! Never being one to accept defeat, I reassesed the situation and send another e-mail saying that these were extenuating circumstances. I reiterated that I spent the time before 8AM calling friends to try and have them turn it in, and as a result didn't get to my computer in time. I had to take a more methodical and technically worded approach this time, which I don't like to do, but that's how she operates. I mixed emotion with facts, and hoped for the best. When I got the response, there was a glimmer of hope. She said that I could submit the assignment to the TA and at the end of the semester they will evaluated my grade and see how much partial credit to give. Horray! I broke through one layer of bureaucracy, and crashed right into another one. At least I didn't have to deal with Dr. Chun anymore. TAs typically have more feelings, or overall just care less about procedure. I pleaded my case for the third time, this time adding in the element of admitting responsibility for my actions, and hoping for leniency. The response is what makes the whole situation "not-so-thrilling":
"Tyler,
Based on your record so far, I believe that you made a sincerely effort to hand the assignment in on time. However, I am not able to grade your assignment now because Dr. Chun seems quite adamant about not accepting late assignments and I cannot override her decision. You would just have to wait until we tally up the points and decide on how much partial credit we can give you.
On that point, have you tried totaling up your grades? I believe you are now at 452 (sum up all exams, assignments, and pop quizzes) which would put you in the A range - so you need not worry too much about Assignment 5. Please calculate your points so far to confirm this.
Hope you get well soon."
Oh... turns out I already had an A in the class... Turns out, I haven't even needed to go to class for the past two weeks, because I don't need to take the final either (she takes the top 3 exam grades out of 4). What a shame, this experience had been the most challenging and exciting part of my semester. Now I have to scrap all my battle plans... Unless I just do it for the fun of it, which is a real possibility. This chain of events has taught me several valuable lessons. Dr. Chun is ruthless (what if I really was sick???), their is never a dead end in negotiation, and you can always cynically manipulate the system.
At the beginning of this post, I used the phrase SNAFU. SNAFU is an acronym for Situation Normal : All Fucked Up. I was curious as to what "Normal" meant, because it seems to be contradictory. I headed over to wikipedia for the answer. Well I didn't find it, but I DID find a list of variations which are absolutley hysterical.
My favorites:
BOHICA - Bend Over, Here It Comes Again
FIDO - Fuck It, Drive On
The e-mail delivery went off without a hitch, and I thought I'd be all set. What I didn't expect however, is that she'd be such a stalwart for proecudre. Apparently, if you don't make it to class, you have to tell her by 8:00AM the day of the class. Looking at the timestamp of my e-mail, it read 8:06AM... Damn!
"I am sorry that you are sick and missed the deadline. I can't accept your late
submission though. You had to contact me earlier than the class time (8:00am) and
asked me how to submit it electronically instead of submitting in class. Sorry
again. I hope you are getting well soon.
Ock"
She cast away my feigned illness, and drove the stake right into my heart. RUTHLESS! Never being one to accept defeat, I reassesed the situation and send another e-mail saying that these were extenuating circumstances. I reiterated that I spent the time before 8AM calling friends to try and have them turn it in, and as a result didn't get to my computer in time. I had to take a more methodical and technically worded approach this time, which I don't like to do, but that's how she operates. I mixed emotion with facts, and hoped for the best. When I got the response, there was a glimmer of hope. She said that I could submit the assignment to the TA and at the end of the semester they will evaluated my grade and see how much partial credit to give. Horray! I broke through one layer of bureaucracy, and crashed right into another one. At least I didn't have to deal with Dr. Chun anymore. TAs typically have more feelings, or overall just care less about procedure. I pleaded my case for the third time, this time adding in the element of admitting responsibility for my actions, and hoping for leniency. The response is what makes the whole situation "not-so-thrilling":
"Tyler,
Based on your record so far, I believe that you made a sincerely effort to hand the assignment in on time. However, I am not able to grade your assignment now because Dr. Chun seems quite adamant about not accepting late assignments and I cannot override her decision. You would just have to wait until we tally up the points and decide on how much partial credit we can give you.
On that point, have you tried totaling up your grades? I believe you are now at 452 (sum up all exams, assignments, and pop quizzes) which would put you in the A range - so you need not worry too much about Assignment 5. Please calculate your points so far to confirm this.
Hope you get well soon."
Oh... turns out I already had an A in the class... Turns out, I haven't even needed to go to class for the past two weeks, because I don't need to take the final either (she takes the top 3 exam grades out of 4). What a shame, this experience had been the most challenging and exciting part of my semester. Now I have to scrap all my battle plans... Unless I just do it for the fun of it, which is a real possibility. This chain of events has taught me several valuable lessons. Dr. Chun is ruthless (what if I really was sick???), their is never a dead end in negotiation, and you can always cynically manipulate the system.
At the beginning of this post, I used the phrase SNAFU. SNAFU is an acronym for Situation Normal : All Fucked Up. I was curious as to what "Normal" meant, because it seems to be contradictory. I headed over to wikipedia for the answer. Well I didn't find it, but I DID find a list of variations which are absolutley hysterical.
My favorites:
BOHICA - Bend Over, Here It Comes Again
FIDO - Fuck It, Drive On
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Blunder!
Well, I just made my first real slip-up of my college career when it comes to assignment's being due. Over the course of the semester in nutrition, we have had due several assignments. These assignments are pretty easy, and don't take too long. They usually involve things like dietary recall and dietary analysis, which are kind of interesting... when you do them. I came to class today ready to learn/zone out, but then all these people are handing in these giants packets of paper. Apparently, my last assignment was due today. 0 / 40 would probably be a bit detrimental to my grade when there are only 500 points to be had in the class. In these situations, my brain and body like to switch into 'survival' mode. My brain analyzes the situation, and think of possible solutions... This is what I did:
I immediately opened up my laptop, and checked to see what was due. I opened up my e-mail and proceeded to write an e-mail stating that I was sick and had a fever and wouldn't be able to make it to class. Also mentioning that I had done the assignment, but that all my friends in the class had already gone so they couldn't bring it. I asked if my roommate or I could drop it off later in the day.
Now I definitely don't have any friends in the class, and my favorite part is that I wrote the e-mail from the class that I said I wasn't attending. Mind as well take advantage of my professor never learning my name, right? I can't say I'm proud of the whole situation, but I'm still comfortable with my moral standing in the world. Besides, my horoscope says I'm having a 5-star day. I'm just facilitating the portents that pertain to me. Hopefully, my professor isn't an avid reader of this blog and this all works out!
I immediately opened up my laptop, and checked to see what was due. I opened up my e-mail and proceeded to write an e-mail stating that I was sick and had a fever and wouldn't be able to make it to class. Also mentioning that I had done the assignment, but that all my friends in the class had already gone so they couldn't bring it. I asked if my roommate or I could drop it off later in the day.
Now I definitely don't have any friends in the class, and my favorite part is that I wrote the e-mail from the class that I said I wasn't attending. Mind as well take advantage of my professor never learning my name, right? I can't say I'm proud of the whole situation, but I'm still comfortable with my moral standing in the world. Besides, my horoscope says I'm having a 5-star day. I'm just facilitating the portents that pertain to me. Hopefully, my professor isn't an avid reader of this blog and this all works out!
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