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Permalink 05/08/08 at 03:07:21 pm, by Ed, 176 words   English (US)
Categories: School, Programming

I seriously feel so good right now. I just submitted my final projects for my two CS classes at once, and I couldn't care less what happens after this point. I'm frickin' done with them!

Working in groups shouldn't be this hard! In a real setting (i.e. the industry), it's not! You have somebody who tells you what to do, and they would be called your boss. In our projects, we were an egoless organization of programmers who kept interfering with each other, on purpose or not, which meant that little got done at some points. And we had to define our own boundaries, rather than have a team leader who isn't involved in the project do that for us.

Anyway, it's done, and the only thing left for me to do is to paint my flat in my stagecraft class and take a final a week from tomorrow. I am so done with this. I'm out of here.

Now I just gotta figure out where I'm into.

Incidentally, this is how I learn piano:

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