I got all five of the assignments I was lumped with at the last minute done and submitted today, after working from 10am to 1am yesterday. One of them I fucked up royally, but it probably doesn’t matter because I did every other assignment for that subject, two of them I did enough of to do pretty well on, and two of them were fucking excellent, in my opinion. We’ll see if my lecturers agree.
In my programming course, only four of 18 assignments (selected at random) are going to be corrected. That pisses me off, because I did every assignment but 2 perfectly, and if he picks either of those 2 I’m going to be down marks, undeservedly. It’s a stupid system. It shouldn’t be that difficult a matter to run each assignment to see if it works and then scan over the logic of the code to see if it’s any good, or came close.
In any case, I now have a month to procrastinate before I start getting really stressed about exams, especially economics and maths. Galway will the venue for this procrastination, where the comfort of my own bed will keep me snoozy until past one every day, and the temptations of television and drinking (but unfortunately not fast internet) will occupy the rest of my time.
Of course, I have the usual rose-tinted notion of getting up early, spending 4 or 5 hours studying by my open window with the sun and warm spring breeze pouring in, then relaxing with family and friends in the evening. But as we all know well, sun and warm spring breezes don’t exist in this country, and relaxing with family and friends involves hangovers the next morning, which implies getting up late, lethargy and laziness, which implies more relaxing to recover…