Ugggghhhh... so it's nearly 7am and I'm still up. The timestamp of this entry is authentic. I've been up all night doing structural analysis hw. Dang it, I don't get that class for beans. For hw, we had to write a program to solve stress analysis problems- it woulda been about a 30 minute copy/paste job, but I decided to try to learn it as I was doing it, and it ended up taking me about 6 hours. =/ I still don't really get it. I got my program to work for structures in 2 dimensions, but my 3-D one wouldn't. Whatever, it's not that important to me. Man, dang it, at what point did I relegate myself to mediocrity? ...nevermind, I know exactly when. =/

*Man, I recall how in days past, teachers would occasionally tell you fake deadlines. On the rare occasions that it did, it usually happened on projects or some other assignment that took an absurd amount of effort- the kind of stuff you could pull an all-nighter or two for and still not finish. And then you'd walk into class disappointedly with your half-finished work in your hand, and then the teacher's like, "Whoa, just kidding guys. Take another day." And you breathe the biggest sigh of relief ever cuz your average has just been saved, if only for awhile. Similar, but absolutely useless, was the concept of having (graded) reading progress checks for novels. In high school English class, the teachers would look in our books for highlighted/underlined passages to see if we read or not. I remember how me (and most of my friends) would sit in the cafeteria on those mornings, flipping to random pages and frantically highlighting passages of absolutely no significance and then praying like hell that the teacher didn't actually read what we highlighted. Hah, I bet they did though. Man, what silly children we were (are).