As of 11:31pm last night, I finished my coursework for the semester. Unless, of course, the profs are unable to download my report. But let’s assume my server hasn’t failed them. And I already celebrated end of classes anyway; Chris took me out for dinner at FridaySaturdaySunday on Thursday. We had outdoor seating on a beautiful evening, and we even had Henry along! The waitstaff were great, keeping his water dish full and giving him treats. He was pretty well-behaved, considering how difficult it is for a 90-pound golden retriever to sit still when so much food and so many delectable aromas are around. You MUST try the goat cheese-honey-walnut salad. The softshell crabs were satisfying, too; I forgot that I’m not that big a fan of red bell pepper which was in the sauce, but the crabs themselves were great.
To recap since Pirates: since I had to take a whole week off from school for daytime rehearsals plus some extra mornings for shows, I had to catch up on work and basically did nothing but lab and class, with a little soccer thrown in. For the computer science class, we had presentations on our semester projects instead of final exams. As I listened to my classmates describe their work, I realized two things:
- My project was a heckuva lot easier than everyone else’s because it didn’t involve any novel programming challenges, just implementing stuff that had already been developed.
- I felt very acutely for the first time in a while that this class was about computer science, and I was not a computer scientist. And evidently a flow chart of your algorithms is a key component of your presentation if you are a computer science person, but I, not being one of them, was ignorant and had no such chart. Who knew?
Fortunately, I got good feedback from some of the postdocs in my lab who had come to the presentations, so I guess it’ll be okay.
So, I can relax somewhat for the next month, sort of. I have qualifying exams (QE’s) this summer, so that will be stressful. My buddy Ingrid suggested I try to get my committee members to argue with each other during the oral exam, as she did, so that they’ll be distracted from actually grading me :p
Oh, and being the well-intentioned but myopic do-gooder I am, I accidentally volunteered to work on a poster on our lab software for a Penn research retreat next Thursday. This is the trouble with being accustomed to busy as my normal pace – I keep finding more work for myself. I think my friend Anne has lost her faith in me to grow out of this habit. Not that she should talk; she’s starting general surgery residency next month. We had dinner at Supper last night. Amazing multigrain bread, and the duck and waffles was worth the plunge. Yes, that’s right, duck and waffles. My adventurous epicurean appetite can rest easy for a while.