Thursday, June 28, 2001
In case of emergency, break to decrease Ennui
Today was a thoroughly boring day. Broken only by a slight ray of sunshine. We got our new computers. Now for the bad news. We got our new computers 5 minutes before I was about to leave. -_-. That sucks.
I tried various ways of trying to keep boredom at bay. Recreating rubberband instruments, trying to incorporate coke cans and water bottles. Continuing "Phone Wars." Logging on to AIM at random intervals. And... I was even desperate enough to call Chris. That wasn't TOO fun. But it break my boredom for about half an hour.
There is something on the horizen. Something close. Approaching ever near, will it ever come to be? We'll see.
Quote of the day: *ring* *ring* "Hello?" "Hello Mr. Zhou." "Don get off the phone! You're right next to me!" "Yes, Mr. Zhou." "I'm hanging up." *click*
Sometimes, I think he's even more bored than I am.
Today was a thoroughly boring day. Broken only by a slight ray of sunshine. We got our new computers. Now for the bad news. We got our new computers 5 minutes before I was about to leave. -_-. That sucks.
I tried various ways of trying to keep boredom at bay. Recreating rubberband instruments, trying to incorporate coke cans and water bottles. Continuing "Phone Wars." Logging on to AIM at random intervals. And... I was even desperate enough to call Chris. That wasn't TOO fun. But it break my boredom for about half an hour.
There is something on the horizen. Something close. Approaching ever near, will it ever come to be? We'll see.
Quote of the day: *ring* *ring* "Hello?" "Hello Mr. Zhou." "Don get off the phone! You're right next to me!" "Yes, Mr. Zhou." "I'm hanging up." *click*
Sometimes, I think he's even more bored than I am.
Wednesday, June 27, 2001
Press 1 to send a message. Press 2 to forward a message. Press # to ininiate Phone Wars
"Mr. Zhou. We are displeased by the lack of Access Codes. You did not meet at the appointed time and the appointed place. We are very disappointed. Our agency is not to be trifled with."
"Mr. Crimchin. My agency is not at fault. It is yours who shall take the blame. We shall not speak again."
"Mr. Zhou. We are agahst at your accusations. We sent over 5.. FIVE of our Death Masters. Five All Terrain Fully Automated Death Masters. Arriving.. NOW. I shall see you in the afterlife."
"Mr. Crimchin. As you can see, I am still here. I laugh at your attempt. My 5 Anti-Death Masters have met them and won. By mutual explosion. Cease your preposterous acts."
"Mr. Zhou. The 5 Death Masters were only a small sampling of our forces. Our agency has sent 5 new Anti-Anti-Death Masters. Have a good day."
That is the progress of the epic voicemail saga known as.. The Phone Wars! My office partner calls my phone whenever I'm out of the office and leaves a message. Then, when I return and he is out of the office, I call him back and reply with his message it in. What results is a continuous conversation.. of threats. Quite fun. :D
Today was boring as usual. My computer isn't coming until Friday now. The only consolation that I can draw from that is that when it does come, it'll be brand new. Since that is the reason for the delay. SDDs are written to induce sleep. That's my theory. Why else would they write like the manual in my previous posts? Well, to induce sleep and to induce headaches.
After getting my voicemail account (call me and leave a message! 301.240.6515), I spent the better part of an hour speaking my auto-messages.
"Hello, this is David Zhou. I am.. aww. This is boring."
"Hey. I'm not here right now so leave... dammit. I forgot my name!"
"Hi there. You've reached the off-..ice... of.. hehe... hahaha...argh! .."
"Hi there. Um. You've. Argh!"
"Hello there. You've reached.. Stop talking back there!"
"Hi there. You've reached the office - I mean phone of ...damn."
"Doh. Mind Blank."
And finally, "Hi there. You've reached the phone of David Zhou. I'm not here right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you." I jumped for joy :D... Then I sat back down and wasted another hour doing my other auto messages. Such as the "i'm currently on the phone", "out to lunch", "long term absense", and "go away."
Quote of the day: "What does that line of code do? What do you mean you don't know? It's not important?! It's one of five lines!.. in the central function!"
"Mr. Zhou. We are displeased by the lack of Access Codes. You did not meet at the appointed time and the appointed place. We are very disappointed. Our agency is not to be trifled with."
"Mr. Crimchin. My agency is not at fault. It is yours who shall take the blame. We shall not speak again."
"Mr. Zhou. We are agahst at your accusations. We sent over 5.. FIVE of our Death Masters. Five All Terrain Fully Automated Death Masters. Arriving.. NOW. I shall see you in the afterlife."
"Mr. Crimchin. As you can see, I am still here. I laugh at your attempt. My 5 Anti-Death Masters have met them and won. By mutual explosion. Cease your preposterous acts."
"Mr. Zhou. The 5 Death Masters were only a small sampling of our forces. Our agency has sent 5 new Anti-Anti-Death Masters. Have a good day."
That is the progress of the epic voicemail saga known as.. The Phone Wars! My office partner calls my phone whenever I'm out of the office and leaves a message. Then, when I return and he is out of the office, I call him back and reply with his message it in. What results is a continuous conversation.. of threats. Quite fun. :D
Today was boring as usual. My computer isn't coming until Friday now. The only consolation that I can draw from that is that when it does come, it'll be brand new. Since that is the reason for the delay. SDDs are written to induce sleep. That's my theory. Why else would they write like the manual in my previous posts? Well, to induce sleep and to induce headaches.
After getting my voicemail account (call me and leave a message! 301.240.6515), I spent the better part of an hour speaking my auto-messages.
"Hello, this is David Zhou. I am.. aww. This is boring."
"Hey. I'm not here right now so leave... dammit. I forgot my name!"
"Hi there. You've reached the off-..ice... of.. hehe... hahaha...argh! .."
"Hi there. Um. You've. Argh!"
"Hello there. You've reached.. Stop talking back there!"
"Hi there. You've reached the office - I mean phone of ...damn."
"Doh. Mind Blank."
And finally, "Hi there. You've reached the phone of David Zhou. I'm not here right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you." I jumped for joy :D... Then I sat back down and wasted another hour doing my other auto messages. Such as the "i'm currently on the phone", "out to lunch", "long term absense", and "go away."
Quote of the day: "What does that line of code do? What do you mean you don't know? It's not important?! It's one of five lines!.. in the central function!"
Tuesday, June 26, 2001
Boredom.. rising.. rising.. rising. Coherent though.. falling..falling..falling...
To begin todays blog, I would like to post a transcript of a conversation.
"David! You got something new to read?"
"Yup. Still boring. SDD of the GPS Navigational Control Systems. While you have something that can simulate fire and missiles."
"..well, with mine you can't but out the fire."
"I know! I can upload Nav data and have it crash land on your fire!"
"What if the GPS had Nuclear Missiles?"
"Ummm. The blast would clear the flames?"
"It'd create new fires."
"Then I'll launch more nukes and the Nuclear Winter will clear the flames!"
Eheh.. yes. the result of being bored. And he really CAN simulate fires and missiles. Another person who works on the same thing he does simulates missiles being fired to Cuba when he's bored O_O And then create virtual flames. Chris, you'd like this stuff.
Boredom does many things to you. Aside from creating musical instruments, I also have mastered the art of shooting rubber bands. I can hit any target from anywhere in my office now :D
Quote of the day. "If I leave in the morning at 6, I get here at 10. If I leave in the morning at 10, I get here at 10. Then why the hell do I leave before then?"
You gotta love traffic.
To begin todays blog, I would like to post a transcript of a conversation.
"David! You got something new to read?"
"Yup. Still boring. SDD of the GPS Navigational Control Systems. While you have something that can simulate fire and missiles."
"..well, with mine you can't but out the fire."
"I know! I can upload Nav data and have it crash land on your fire!"
"What if the GPS had Nuclear Missiles?"
"Ummm. The blast would clear the flames?"
"It'd create new fires."
"Then I'll launch more nukes and the Nuclear Winter will clear the flames!"
Eheh.. yes. the result of being bored. And he really CAN simulate fires and missiles. Another person who works on the same thing he does simulates missiles being fired to Cuba when he's bored O_O And then create virtual flames. Chris, you'd like this stuff.
Boredom does many things to you. Aside from creating musical instruments, I also have mastered the art of shooting rubber bands. I can hit any target from anywhere in my office now :D
Quote of the day. "If I leave in the morning at 6, I get here at 10. If I leave in the morning at 10, I get here at 10. Then why the hell do I leave before then?"
You gotta love traffic.
Friday, June 22, 2001
Launching Your very own GPS In 30 Easy Steps
Step 1: Deploy Sattelite 1.
Step 2: Deploy Sattelite 2.
Step 3: Deploy Sattelite 3.
.....
Step 29: Deploy Sattelite 29.
Step 30: Buy and read our next book, Controlling Your very own GPS In 30 Easy Steps!. Coming to a store near you.
That would make a very nifty manual. Much better than what I have to read at LM. Example? well..
Consider a Work Manual (WM) that includes Instuction Sets (IS). The WM would use IS to give Target Objectives (TO). The TO in the WM would include such things as Object Purpose (OP), and Object Setup (OS). OP and OS are just 2 parts of TO. There are many other IS in the WM that gives TO. The Random Manual (RMAN) would be of a Designated Length (DESLEN) so as to contain enough IS to explain all of the TO - of which OP and OS number only a very few. DESLEN is not always followed, as RMAN can exceed DESLEN both in the positive (+) and negative (-) values. The OS DESLEN (OSLEN) and the OP DESLEN (OPLEN) however, is almost always followed - to a degree. + OSLEN and + OPLEN number much more than -OSLEN and -OPLEN. On a whole, OSLEN and OPLEN are followed much more than DESLEN. There are many types of WM, of which RMAN is just one. There is the GPS WM (GPSM) which includes TO such as Nuclear Detonations (NUDET) and Global Positional (GLOPOS). Using the IS given in the GPSM (the GPS WM), the Military User (MUSER.. :P) can use GPS to determine NUDET and GLOPOS. There are Accuracy Limites (ACCLIM) to the GPS however. For the MUSER, ACCLIM is only a scant 2 feet blurriness, which is Military Standard Blur (MSB). Civilian Standard Blur (CSB) is 7 feet. MSB and CSB are IS in the GPSM TO OS and OP. Other WM are also available. However, Unclassified Material (UMAT) only contains the GPSM. Other WB may be obtained after Security Clearance (SECCLEAR).
Head hurt yet? Now try reading 800 pages of that. Damn miliary acronyms. What the heck is wrong with them?
Quote of the day: Oh! That says "Contains reuse code." Reuse. I thought that said refuse code.
Step 1: Deploy Sattelite 1.
Step 2: Deploy Sattelite 2.
Step 3: Deploy Sattelite 3.
.....
Step 29: Deploy Sattelite 29.
Step 30: Buy and read our next book, Controlling Your very own GPS In 30 Easy Steps!. Coming to a store near you.
That would make a very nifty manual. Much better than what I have to read at LM. Example? well..
Consider a Work Manual (WM) that includes Instuction Sets (IS). The WM would use IS to give Target Objectives (TO). The TO in the WM would include such things as Object Purpose (OP), and Object Setup (OS). OP and OS are just 2 parts of TO. There are many other IS in the WM that gives TO. The Random Manual (RMAN) would be of a Designated Length (DESLEN) so as to contain enough IS to explain all of the TO - of which OP and OS number only a very few. DESLEN is not always followed, as RMAN can exceed DESLEN both in the positive (+) and negative (-) values. The OS DESLEN (OSLEN) and the OP DESLEN (OPLEN) however, is almost always followed - to a degree. + OSLEN and + OPLEN number much more than -OSLEN and -OPLEN. On a whole, OSLEN and OPLEN are followed much more than DESLEN. There are many types of WM, of which RMAN is just one. There is the GPS WM (GPSM) which includes TO such as Nuclear Detonations (NUDET) and Global Positional (GLOPOS). Using the IS given in the GPSM (the GPS WM), the Military User (MUSER.. :P) can use GPS to determine NUDET and GLOPOS. There are Accuracy Limites (ACCLIM) to the GPS however. For the MUSER, ACCLIM is only a scant 2 feet blurriness, which is Military Standard Blur (MSB). Civilian Standard Blur (CSB) is 7 feet. MSB and CSB are IS in the GPSM TO OS and OP. Other WM are also available. However, Unclassified Material (UMAT) only contains the GPSM. Other WB may be obtained after Security Clearance (SECCLEAR).
Head hurt yet? Now try reading 800 pages of that. Damn miliary acronyms. What the heck is wrong with them?
Quote of the day: Oh! That says "Contains reuse code." Reuse. I thought that said refuse code.
Yes. I am extremely bored. Now I will sleep. None of this is completely correct. Nor is any of this completely incorrect.
Your Existing Situation
The fear of rebuff and the extreme caution of his approach make it difficult for him to achieve the degree of intimacy and identification he desires.
Your Stress Sources
The existing situation is disagreeable. Feels lonely and uncertain as he has an unsatisfied need to ally himself with others whose standards are as high as his own, and wants to stand out from the rank and file. This sense of isolation magnifies the need into a compelling urge, all the more upsetting to his self-sufficiency because of the restraint he normally imposes on himself. Since he wants to demonstrate the unique quality of his own character, he tries to suppress this need for others and affects an attitude of unconcerned self-reliance to conceal his fear of inadequacy, treating those who criticize his behavior with contempt. However, beneath this assumption of indifference he really longs for the approval and esteem of others.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Circumstances are restrictive and hampering, forcing him to forgo all joys and pleasures for the time being.
Your Desired Objective
Needs a peaceful environment. Wants release from stress, and freedom from conflicts or disagreement. Takes pains to control the situation and its problems by proceeding cautiously. Has sensitivity of feeling and a fine eye for detail.
Your Actual Problem
Disappointment at the non-fulfillment of his hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety. He is trying to escape from this into a peaceful and harmonious relationship, protecting him from dissatisfaction and lack of appreciation.
Your Actual Problem #2
Wants to be valued and respected, and seeks this from a close and peaceful association of mutual esteem.
Your Existing Situation
The fear of rebuff and the extreme caution of his approach make it difficult for him to achieve the degree of intimacy and identification he desires.
Your Stress Sources
The existing situation is disagreeable. Feels lonely and uncertain as he has an unsatisfied need to ally himself with others whose standards are as high as his own, and wants to stand out from the rank and file. This sense of isolation magnifies the need into a compelling urge, all the more upsetting to his self-sufficiency because of the restraint he normally imposes on himself. Since he wants to demonstrate the unique quality of his own character, he tries to suppress this need for others and affects an attitude of unconcerned self-reliance to conceal his fear of inadequacy, treating those who criticize his behavior with contempt. However, beneath this assumption of indifference he really longs for the approval and esteem of others.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Circumstances are restrictive and hampering, forcing him to forgo all joys and pleasures for the time being.
Your Desired Objective
Needs a peaceful environment. Wants release from stress, and freedom from conflicts or disagreement. Takes pains to control the situation and its problems by proceeding cautiously. Has sensitivity of feeling and a fine eye for detail.
Your Actual Problem
Disappointment at the non-fulfillment of his hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety. He is trying to escape from this into a peaceful and harmonious relationship, protecting him from dissatisfaction and lack of appreciation.
Your Actual Problem #2
Wants to be valued and respected, and seeks this from a close and peaceful association of mutual esteem.
Thursday, June 21, 2001
Chris. So i was bored :D
Your view on yourself
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.
The type of girl/boyfriend you are looking for.
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship.
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love.
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you.
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success?
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of?
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.
Who is your true self?
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart, rather than your head, needs to solve.
Your view on yourself
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.
The type of girl/boyfriend you are looking for.
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship.
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love.
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you.
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success?
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of?
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.
Who is your true self?
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart, rather than your head, needs to solve.
World Travels
Who the heck are these people who are visiting my page from other countries? New Zealand? Thailand? Poland? Denmark?
Who the heck are these people who are visiting my page from other countries? New Zealand? Thailand? Poland? Denmark?
would the person from 0.lnhdc.md.dialup.rcn.com, using the 800x600 screen with 16bit color and windows 98, who viewed my page near or around 2 (or sometime in the morning, adjusting for time zone) please come forward? :D You're our next contestant for "The 1000th visitor" um. prize!.. And as soon as I figure out what the prize is, you'll receive it.
Genius, is only the state of mind that results from the voice of reason disappearing.
That was the word of the day at work today. :P We are all geniuses!.. why else would we randomly write "What are you, some type of sewer demon?!" on the board? I am actually in a place where _everyone_ and i mean _everyone_ knows how to program as well as I do, and most likely better. It's downright weird. I mean, I can pick a random passing person and say "Hey, what happens when you pass a function point with the wrong format into a function that takes in a void pointer as a parameter?" And.. get results. Most places that would be a "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" At work, it's "Well you see, it wouldn't work in the first place because a function pointer with the wrong format isn't really a function pointer at all. But if it did work, nothing would happen except you wouldnt be able to use the void pointer turned function pointer without explicitly typecasting it first. And even then it's an unsafe typecast destined to destroy your computer." Scary O_O
I had my first department meeting today. It was hilarious. And I had food! Food! They fed us at the meeting! ..or rather my boss ran out to Sams across the street and bought food. But still. Everyone was introduced... and once again I felt like a freaking baby. They were like "18? You were born in the 80's!...whoa." Almost everyone I know was born in the 80's. *boggle*
Most humorous part of the meeting? (names changed in case its classified or i'm not supposed to tell or some such thing.)
Boss: Hey Matt, why don't you help Steve with the Motif code?
Matt: um. I don't know Motif.
Steve: What, you think any of us do?
:D It was funny then!.. And the best quote. "The only reason GPS was delayed so much was because they had me coding in their software development team. Do you have any idea how much crap went in because of that?" Comedy! um. right.
"I smoke because second hand smoke is bad for you!" Right.
I seem to be blogging in long drawn out posts lately. Hmm. It's not too bad.
Chris, you've seen nothing yet :D
Genius, is only the state of mind that results from the voice of reason disappearing.
That was the word of the day at work today. :P We are all geniuses!.. why else would we randomly write "What are you, some type of sewer demon?!" on the board? I am actually in a place where _everyone_ and i mean _everyone_ knows how to program as well as I do, and most likely better. It's downright weird. I mean, I can pick a random passing person and say "Hey, what happens when you pass a function point with the wrong format into a function that takes in a void pointer as a parameter?" And.. get results. Most places that would be a "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" At work, it's "Well you see, it wouldn't work in the first place because a function pointer with the wrong format isn't really a function pointer at all. But if it did work, nothing would happen except you wouldnt be able to use the void pointer turned function pointer without explicitly typecasting it first. And even then it's an unsafe typecast destined to destroy your computer." Scary O_O
I had my first department meeting today. It was hilarious. And I had food! Food! They fed us at the meeting! ..or rather my boss ran out to Sams across the street and bought food. But still. Everyone was introduced... and once again I felt like a freaking baby. They were like "18? You were born in the 80's!...whoa." Almost everyone I know was born in the 80's. *boggle*
Most humorous part of the meeting? (names changed in case its classified or i'm not supposed to tell or some such thing.)
Boss: Hey Matt, why don't you help Steve with the Motif code?
Matt: um. I don't know Motif.
Steve: What, you think any of us do?
:D It was funny then!.. And the best quote. "The only reason GPS was delayed so much was because they had me coding in their software development team. Do you have any idea how much crap went in because of that?" Comedy! um. right.
"I smoke because second hand smoke is bad for you!" Right.
I seem to be blogging in long drawn out posts lately. Hmm. It's not too bad.
Chris, you've seen nothing yet :D
Tuesday, June 19, 2001
And in big, friendly letters. Don't Panic.
Yup. First day of work today. All in all a throroughly amusing day. I got there around 9. And met my manager soon thereafter. I also met my fellow new employee for that day. A graduate from Carnegie Mellon *feels young* Everyone was so old! ...Nice. But old!
First order of business was finding our way around. Which.. didn't work too well. It seems that every floor has a different floor plan. So all the floors are different. Which involves me wandering around with my fellow new worker for the better part of the day. Why? Because we had nothing better to do :D So pretty much...
"Hey. Don't you think we passed this already?"
"...Maybe. Oh well. Let's keep going."
We eventually found our way around :P
Today, I also found out why exactly programs are so bug ridden. It's because of how lazy us programmers are. There are these "design rules" in this book that we are supposed to "follow". Supposed being the key word. Psh. We're all too lazy to follow those rules. :P So everything is a mess. Oh well. Where else do you get to fool around with GPS stuff?
The building that I'm working at is part classified. Which means theres an entire half I'm not allowed in. It's not just regular security clearance. but "Department of Defence: Top Secret". Hmmmm. There's this story about how once a person in there was walking around with Top Secret Papers and he saw sunlight suddenly shining down on his papers. "Noooo! Where is the sunlight coming from! This isn't supposed to see the light of day! Noooooooo!... It's going to melt!" ...right.
I got my own little office :D ..that i'm sharing with the new worker. But thats okay. it's still a big room that I get half of.
Yup. First day of work today. All in all a throroughly amusing day. I got there around 9. And met my manager soon thereafter. I also met my fellow new employee for that day. A graduate from Carnegie Mellon *feels young* Everyone was so old! ...Nice. But old!
First order of business was finding our way around. Which.. didn't work too well. It seems that every floor has a different floor plan. So all the floors are different. Which involves me wandering around with my fellow new worker for the better part of the day. Why? Because we had nothing better to do :D So pretty much...
"Hey. Don't you think we passed this already?"
"...Maybe. Oh well. Let's keep going."
We eventually found our way around :P
Today, I also found out why exactly programs are so bug ridden. It's because of how lazy us programmers are. There are these "design rules" in this book that we are supposed to "follow". Supposed being the key word. Psh. We're all too lazy to follow those rules. :P So everything is a mess. Oh well. Where else do you get to fool around with GPS stuff?
The building that I'm working at is part classified. Which means theres an entire half I'm not allowed in. It's not just regular security clearance. but "Department of Defence: Top Secret". Hmmmm. There's this story about how once a person in there was walking around with Top Secret Papers and he saw sunlight suddenly shining down on his papers. "Noooo! Where is the sunlight coming from! This isn't supposed to see the light of day! Noooooooo!... It's going to melt!" ...right.
I got my own little office :D ..that i'm sharing with the new worker. But thats okay. it's still a big room that I get half of.
Monday, June 18, 2001
Will the college graduates, please stand up?
That.. pretty much described how I felt during the Lockheed-Martin orientation today. I felt so small. So tiny. So... young and inexperienced. Here I was, 18 and just out of high school, going through orientation with these people in their 30's and 40's. When I first got there, we were all asked "Did you just get out of college?" Most of them said yes. One from RIT. Another from somewhere in California. I.. said "Um. I'm _going_ to college soon?". It was a tad embarassing. And I _do_ look 18 *glare* ...even if some of the people there didn't believe me.
On the whole, it the orientation was informative.. and fun, in a way. I got to know lots of people in the proffesional area. And learned a lesson I will never forget.
NEVER EVER LET ENGINEERS MAKE VIDEOS.
Remember that. We were forced to watch an hour long video. 'Twas the worst thing I have every seen - beating Barney and Mister Roger's in sheer mind-numbing stupidity. It's infamous in Lockheed-Martin. Ask anyone who works there about the Proccess Orientation Video. It's.. torture. There's no other word for it.
There were some security things that were quite annoying. For example, we weren't told about 20 of the locations of Lockheed-Martin offices. Since those locations were classified. And I _still_ don't know what specifically I'm doing yet. I did get my ID badge and Security Card though (so now I can come and go in the offices as I please). And got my email address. (david.w1.zhou@lmco.com - don't use it. I'm not checking it often.) And various other accounts. Such as payroll, the Windows NT, and the web database account.
There were some very interesting jokes passed around though. Like one about alcohol: "Alcohol is good! It only destroys the _weak_ liver cells! The strong survive!" ...ahem. Right.
But aside from feeling completely like I didn't belong there - and young and child-like and ...young, it was fun. Really.
At least they gave me free stuff. Can't beat soda, cookies and donuts.
That.. pretty much described how I felt during the Lockheed-Martin orientation today. I felt so small. So tiny. So... young and inexperienced. Here I was, 18 and just out of high school, going through orientation with these people in their 30's and 40's. When I first got there, we were all asked "Did you just get out of college?" Most of them said yes. One from RIT. Another from somewhere in California. I.. said "Um. I'm _going_ to college soon?". It was a tad embarassing. And I _do_ look 18 *glare* ...even if some of the people there didn't believe me.
On the whole, it the orientation was informative.. and fun, in a way. I got to know lots of people in the proffesional area. And learned a lesson I will never forget.
NEVER EVER LET ENGINEERS MAKE VIDEOS.
Remember that. We were forced to watch an hour long video. 'Twas the worst thing I have every seen - beating Barney and Mister Roger's in sheer mind-numbing stupidity. It's infamous in Lockheed-Martin. Ask anyone who works there about the Proccess Orientation Video. It's.. torture. There's no other word for it.
There were some security things that were quite annoying. For example, we weren't told about 20 of the locations of Lockheed-Martin offices. Since those locations were classified. And I _still_ don't know what specifically I'm doing yet. I did get my ID badge and Security Card though (so now I can come and go in the offices as I please). And got my email address. (david.w1.zhou@lmco.com - don't use it. I'm not checking it often.) And various other accounts. Such as payroll, the Windows NT, and the web database account.
There were some very interesting jokes passed around though. Like one about alcohol: "Alcohol is good! It only destroys the _weak_ liver cells! The strong survive!" ...ahem. Right.
But aside from feeling completely like I didn't belong there - and young and child-like and ...young, it was fun. Really.
At least they gave me free stuff. Can't beat soda, cookies and donuts.
Sunday, June 17, 2001
I finally cleaned out my room today. And found a veritable wealth of nostalgia. I still have things from 8th and 9th grade. That'll tell you how often I clean my room.
First was my 9th grade binder. Whoo. I never realized math could be that easy *boggle* And US History seemed more boring now than it ever did. I mean, who the heck cares about what the Adam-Onis Treaty did to Florida (or rather future-florida)? And I shudder to even think about my writing skills in 9th grade english. Ugh. Suffice it to say that I have never seen such horrible usage of verbs, punctuation and diction. I mean.. calling Shakespeare "that guy"? *drops dead*
I seriously think that my writing was better in 8th grade. But that is probably me embellishing 8th grade. Since it was a good year. I also found my middle school year book then. *burns the yearbook picture* It's bad. Very bad.
Yes. So now my room is relatively clean. Sort of. I still have 10th, 11th and 12th grade papers to clean out.
First was my 9th grade binder. Whoo. I never realized math could be that easy *boggle* And US History seemed more boring now than it ever did. I mean, who the heck cares about what the Adam-Onis Treaty did to Florida (or rather future-florida)? And I shudder to even think about my writing skills in 9th grade english. Ugh. Suffice it to say that I have never seen such horrible usage of verbs, punctuation and diction. I mean.. calling Shakespeare "that guy"? *drops dead*
I seriously think that my writing was better in 8th grade. But that is probably me embellishing 8th grade. Since it was a good year. I also found my middle school year book then. *burns the yearbook picture* It's bad. Very bad.
Yes. So now my room is relatively clean. Sort of. I still have 10th, 11th and 12th grade papers to clean out.
Saturday, June 16, 2001
areas change. buildings change. times change. seasons change. but some people, never change.
freespeech. is. weird.
Friday, June 15, 2001
Right. University of Maryland Orientation.
Arriving there at 7:30 in the morning, all bleary eyed, I registered myself in. Dropping off the luggage, we went to the auditorium to meet our advisors. Everyone was sleepy. Advisors included. It was pretty exciting at first. There were lots of pretty girls :D So I sat down. And they called us up by department. It was sad. First, it was Undecided. About half of the girls left. They called business and some other things. More girls left. Then it was Computer Science and Engineering. 15 guys and 2 girls stand up. We are relieved. There may be cute girls with us yet. Then they split the two apart. 10 guys in Com Sci. 5 guys 2 girls in Engineering. Noooooo! ...We are left femaleless. We head over to take the math exam.
The math exam was.. not an exam. It was easy. Very easy. Of course, being the moron I am, I missed one question. In the arithmetic section. I can't add! But going on. After that it was the programming course exemption tests. I took the harder one. To skip the first two computer science courses. I passed. With one hour to spare in a 1.5 hour test. I am happy. Then we pick our classes. I am... no longer happy.
As a result of my SAT verbal score, I found out that I was exempt from Freshmen english (English 101). I am happy. Then I find that because I DID skip the first 2 computer science courses, my math requirements are higher. I am unhappy. THEN I find that because of the skipped courses, and the lack of English, I have an extra 3 spaces on my schedule to fill. I am ambivalent. I scurried around looking for easy courses...that fullfilled CORE requirements. I found them. I couldn't take literature because I had the AP Lit test. I couldn't take history, because I had the AP European History test. So I took Philosophy 101. And Psychology 101. And Physics Lab. :D I am moderately happy. But angry because they won't let me go further in computer science. Maybe I should take the test for the third computer science course. I'm pretty sure I can pass that. Then I can do other stuff. Hmm. Anyways, then it was lunch. Then Dinner. And the awakening of the Computer Science Group Mad Power!
The meals were fun affairfs. Because we got all-you-can-eat tickets. We took one of everything. I had a roastbeef sandwhich, a steak and cheese sub, a slice of pizza, mashed potatoes, chicken, a cheeseburger, salad, lots of icecream.. and a soda. I swear my plastic tray was bending. Anyways, after that show of blatant gourging, the Computer Science Group proceeded to promptly get themselves completely lost. It is all because of Justin. Damn New Yorker can't lead anything. So I instead led them to the opposite direction. And we made it to our dorm rooms. Late. So we got assigned another dorm hall. One without supervision :D But that's for later.
Prior to sleeping, we went to the University rec room. And played volleyball. Computer Science Group style. Which involved kicking the ass out of the other teams. Whooo! Computer Science Group and our Mad Skillz! Then it was sleeping time. Or rather "sleeping" time.
Sleeping involved us unsupervised (remember? different dorm hall) Computer Science Group having a mass exodus to the lounge of the hall. Where they have couches and TVs. And everyone slept there. After watching TV for the better part of the night. Ahhh.. the splendors of unsupervised activity :P
Come the following morning, we were all tired. Oh well. The day proceeded as normal. We shared pick up lines. Pretty bad pick up lines. We shared programming knowledge. And I wowed them with my ability to process pointers in my head :D ahem. anyways, lunch. then our photo IDs. In which I look completely drunk. oops.
And so. That was a summarized version of my orientation. I have left out certain bits. Like the Advisor Skits of Death. The T-shirts of Cloning. The Unique Abilities That Only Computer Science People Have. The Matter of the Giant Turtle. Computer Hijacking. And The Conan O'Brian Show. But those belong in another time. For now, this is enough.
Arriving there at 7:30 in the morning, all bleary eyed, I registered myself in. Dropping off the luggage, we went to the auditorium to meet our advisors. Everyone was sleepy. Advisors included. It was pretty exciting at first. There were lots of pretty girls :D So I sat down. And they called us up by department. It was sad. First, it was Undecided. About half of the girls left. They called business and some other things. More girls left. Then it was Computer Science and Engineering. 15 guys and 2 girls stand up. We are relieved. There may be cute girls with us yet. Then they split the two apart. 10 guys in Com Sci. 5 guys 2 girls in Engineering. Noooooo! ...We are left femaleless. We head over to take the math exam.
The math exam was.. not an exam. It was easy. Very easy. Of course, being the moron I am, I missed one question. In the arithmetic section. I can't add! But going on. After that it was the programming course exemption tests. I took the harder one. To skip the first two computer science courses. I passed. With one hour to spare in a 1.5 hour test. I am happy. Then we pick our classes. I am... no longer happy.
As a result of my SAT verbal score, I found out that I was exempt from Freshmen english (English 101). I am happy. Then I find that because I DID skip the first 2 computer science courses, my math requirements are higher. I am unhappy. THEN I find that because of the skipped courses, and the lack of English, I have an extra 3 spaces on my schedule to fill. I am ambivalent. I scurried around looking for easy courses...that fullfilled CORE requirements. I found them. I couldn't take literature because I had the AP Lit test. I couldn't take history, because I had the AP European History test. So I took Philosophy 101. And Psychology 101. And Physics Lab. :D I am moderately happy. But angry because they won't let me go further in computer science. Maybe I should take the test for the third computer science course. I'm pretty sure I can pass that. Then I can do other stuff. Hmm. Anyways, then it was lunch. Then Dinner. And the awakening of the Computer Science Group Mad Power!
The meals were fun affairfs. Because we got all-you-can-eat tickets. We took one of everything. I had a roastbeef sandwhich, a steak and cheese sub, a slice of pizza, mashed potatoes, chicken, a cheeseburger, salad, lots of icecream.. and a soda. I swear my plastic tray was bending. Anyways, after that show of blatant gourging, the Computer Science Group proceeded to promptly get themselves completely lost. It is all because of Justin. Damn New Yorker can't lead anything. So I instead led them to the opposite direction. And we made it to our dorm rooms. Late. So we got assigned another dorm hall. One without supervision :D But that's for later.
Prior to sleeping, we went to the University rec room. And played volleyball. Computer Science Group style. Which involved kicking the ass out of the other teams. Whooo! Computer Science Group and our Mad Skillz! Then it was sleeping time. Or rather "sleeping" time.
Sleeping involved us unsupervised (remember? different dorm hall) Computer Science Group having a mass exodus to the lounge of the hall. Where they have couches and TVs. And everyone slept there. After watching TV for the better part of the night. Ahhh.. the splendors of unsupervised activity :P
Come the following morning, we were all tired. Oh well. The day proceeded as normal. We shared pick up lines. Pretty bad pick up lines. We shared programming knowledge. And I wowed them with my ability to process pointers in my head :D ahem. anyways, lunch. then our photo IDs. In which I look completely drunk. oops.
And so. That was a summarized version of my orientation. I have left out certain bits. Like the Advisor Skits of Death. The T-shirts of Cloning. The Unique Abilities That Only Computer Science People Have. The Matter of the Giant Turtle. Computer Hijacking. And The Conan O'Brian Show. But those belong in another time. For now, this is enough.
Wednesday, June 13, 2001
When I grow up, I want to be a professional group worker. Like an article said in the Black and White, my dream would be to "go up to the executive board, and find sitting at the mahogany table, my old group partners." Or something like that. Thus would I sit back, relax, and blissfully enjoy the group effort.
Summer is boring. I want to watch a movie.
Monday, June 11, 2001
Today was Whitman's graduation. I am now officially past high school. Whoooo! Graduation was a fun affair. Our student speakers were nice. Simon and his hahvard-ness make a fairly rousing speech involving 2001: A space oddesey, calvin coolidge and ice cream. Dan and his Yale-ness made a very funny speech about the Whitman class and personality on a whole. Like he says, "What other school has a building that is often mistaken for Nordstroms? What other school has building renovations every single summer?" And ending with a nice quote. "Remember. You can make friends. And you can pick your nose. But for god's sake, don't pick your friend's nose." We enjoyed throwing our deadly mortar-board hats at people. Those things can fly! And I think I've figured out what the Tassle is _really_ for. It's for those times where you're standing in line, waiting for the damn thing to start. It's very handy to chew on, and tickles like no other. In addition to the hat, the gown was.. a tortuous affair. I swear the reason they're black is to make sure all of us cook and broil. Oh well.
Friends.. saw each other. We all promised to "keep in touch." Hopefully thats the case. Flora gave me her email address.. and said she'll tell me her number at Hahvard. So did Lizzy. And Simon. Damn Harvard-ness. Andy is the only person of my close friends to really go that far. He's going to Rochester. (Which if I had known earlier, rather than 2 months ago, I might have chosen. Oh well) Andrew Waters is going to Emory - the school of cokes. And the Blue Water Tower of Death. Jon is heading over to Virginia Tech. And promised to stay on AIM 24/7. Like me :D Colin is heading over with me to UMD. Of course, Mike is going to Harvard. Lizzy is going to Harvard. Flora is going to Harvard. Amy is going to Princeton. And Anna to MIT for ....art? J (...or Juliana) is going to the University of Florida. Bora.. to Yale I think. Ken is heading over with me to UMD as well. Rob and his Yale-ness. ...Feinberg is going to Wisconsin. And either Aaron or Tom is going to Berkeley. Go west young man. Or rather men. Since at least one person is going to UCLA.
...This is really the end. Today is going to be the last day for at least a year that I'll see many people. Flora, Lizzy, Juliana, Amy... we'll talk online or on the phone mayhaps. But until Christmas next year, I won't see them in person. After this summer anyways. The Whitman Class of 2001 is fragmenting. And as our guest speaker said, "Never before has so many people, with so much talent, with so much promise, and so much potential, been gathered in one place and one time. 'Til your next meeting, Whitman Class of 2001."
It's been a great four years.
Friends.. saw each other. We all promised to "keep in touch." Hopefully thats the case. Flora gave me her email address.. and said she'll tell me her number at Hahvard. So did Lizzy. And Simon. Damn Harvard-ness. Andy is the only person of my close friends to really go that far. He's going to Rochester. (Which if I had known earlier, rather than 2 months ago, I might have chosen. Oh well) Andrew Waters is going to Emory - the school of cokes. And the Blue Water Tower of Death. Jon is heading over to Virginia Tech. And promised to stay on AIM 24/7. Like me :D Colin is heading over with me to UMD. Of course, Mike is going to Harvard. Lizzy is going to Harvard. Flora is going to Harvard. Amy is going to Princeton. And Anna to MIT for ....art? J (...or Juliana) is going to the University of Florida. Bora.. to Yale I think. Ken is heading over with me to UMD as well. Rob and his Yale-ness. ...Feinberg is going to Wisconsin. And either Aaron or Tom is going to Berkeley. Go west young man. Or rather men. Since at least one person is going to UCLA.
...This is really the end. Today is going to be the last day for at least a year that I'll see many people. Flora, Lizzy, Juliana, Amy... we'll talk online or on the phone mayhaps. But until Christmas next year, I won't see them in person. After this summer anyways. The Whitman Class of 2001 is fragmenting. And as our guest speaker said, "Never before has so many people, with so much talent, with so much promise, and so much potential, been gathered in one place and one time. 'Til your next meeting, Whitman Class of 2001."
It's been a great four years.
Sunday, June 10, 2001
since emode seems to be the thing of the day. here:
I am a Romantic Poet in terms of the Passion test.
My true color is brown.
My aura is gold.
My personality is "socialite" (.....).
I am a silly flirt.
If was was a dog, I would be a pug.
Um. Someothers. But I don't remember. Add me to your buddy list! david@takiweb.com :D
I am a Romantic Poet in terms of the Passion test.
My true color is brown.
My aura is gold.
My personality is "socialite" (.....).
I am a silly flirt.
If was was a dog, I would be a pug.
Um. Someothers. But I don't remember. Add me to your buddy list! david@takiweb.com :D
Saturday, June 09, 2001
there was an article i read somewhere online that got me thinking about blogs. and why i have one.
why DO i have a blog? it certainly isn't something that will accomplish anything significant in my future. It won't bring me money. It won't bring me food. It won't bring me girls :D So.. why? After some deep analysing (during commercial breaks on TV).. I think I know. It's not _just_ a form of expression. If I wanted to do that, I'd write it on good old fashioned dead trees. It's sort of a.. talking out. An exclamation to the world, "I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE AND HERE ME SCREAM. I MATTER AND YOU WILL LISTEN!" It feels good once you vent/think/rant/ponder.
why DO i have a blog? it certainly isn't something that will accomplish anything significant in my future. It won't bring me money. It won't bring me food. It won't bring me girls :D So.. why? After some deep analysing (during commercial breaks on TV).. I think I know. It's not _just_ a form of expression. If I wanted to do that, I'd write it on good old fashioned dead trees. It's sort of a.. talking out. An exclamation to the world, "I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE AND HERE ME SCREAM. I MATTER AND YOU WILL LISTEN!" It feels good once you vent/think/rant/ponder.
Friday, June 08, 2001
the next free day i get, i'm making a new layout. count on it. and im making it my goal to use as little graphics as possible. maybe even... none! ...we'll see. there's minimalists for you. i'm getting sick of metallic blue.
i need a pair of black pants. i don't know why.
I need to go visit Whitman someday. I'm starting to miss alot of people. Heck, I need to visit lots of other schools. Haven't seen people from Blair or Churchill in a while. summer does get boring. working today. earning yet another $60-$80. i should be happy. but i'm not. it seems so.. routine. so mundane. it's summer. I should be out doing other stuff!
what are the differences and similarities between Satin and Silk?
And as promised, no binary :P
I need to go visit Whitman someday. I'm starting to miss alot of people. Heck, I need to visit lots of other schools. Haven't seen people from Blair or Churchill in a while. summer does get boring. working today. earning yet another $60-$80. i should be happy. but i'm not. it seems so.. routine. so mundane. it's summer. I should be out doing other stuff!
what are the differences and similarities between Satin and Silk?
And as promised, no binary :P
Wednesday, June 06, 2001
reinstalling systems are annoying. this evening, my mac gave me a "error type 43 - time synchronizer" every time i start up. zapping pram, rebuilding desktops and extensions off didn't help. so i found an old system 8.5 CD and temporarily installed that (whichis what i'm writing on). Tomorrow I'll get the system 9.1 CD.
Do real people act like Lina or Akane?
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Eating at Burger King today, I came upon a revelation. Of sorts.
Watching several of the workers conversing about the innards of Burger King quite hampered my capacity to eat the big new Bacon Whopper I'd just ordered. I really didn't need to know that yesterday's shipment of patties came in late, or that the fries this morning were overcooked, or that the excess oil spilled on the floor. Or anyother assorted information pertaining and reasserting just exactly how unhealthy I'm eating. No more! I am limiting my intake of Burger King delicacies to once every couple weeks. Maybe my arteries will thank me years later.
Sometimes I'm frightened by the amount of money some people make. And lose. This all comes from reading too much Fortune magazines. "Oh no! The CEO of [insert stock .com] just lost $1.1 billion and now has only in the excess of $20 million left!". Ugh. Take the money and stop bothering the rest of us poor folk.
I need money. Give me money. Since my computer just died last night. I think I know whats wrong. Thankfully, it's software. But ugh. I need to buy a new computer. Gimme money! So I can get that beautiful, lovely Powerbook G4.
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Watching several of the workers conversing about the innards of Burger King quite hampered my capacity to eat the big new Bacon Whopper I'd just ordered. I really didn't need to know that yesterday's shipment of patties came in late, or that the fries this morning were overcooked, or that the excess oil spilled on the floor. Or anyother assorted information pertaining and reasserting just exactly how unhealthy I'm eating. No more! I am limiting my intake of Burger King delicacies to once every couple weeks. Maybe my arteries will thank me years later.
Sometimes I'm frightened by the amount of money some people make. And lose. This all comes from reading too much Fortune magazines. "Oh no! The CEO of [insert stock .com] just lost $1.1 billion and now has only in the excess of $20 million left!". Ugh. Take the money and stop bothering the rest of us poor folk.
I need money. Give me money. Since my computer just died last night. I think I know whats wrong. Thankfully, it's software. But ugh. I need to buy a new computer. Gimme money! So I can get that beautiful, lovely Powerbook G4.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2001
Ok. I'm in a better mood now.
I opened up a checking account at the Chevy Chase bank today. For a grand total of $342.67. Now I must transfer over the money from my parents shared account. Bwahaha. The ATM card comes in two weeks. The checkbook sometime later. When I want one, since I didn't order the check book today.
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I opened up a checking account at the Chevy Chase bank today. For a grand total of $342.67. Now I must transfer over the money from my parents shared account. Bwahaha. The ATM card comes in two weeks. The checkbook sometime later. When I want one, since I didn't order the check book today.
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read.
Interesting... post May.
Monday, June 04, 2001
parents are annoying.
Sunday, June 03, 2001
Wootton sounds scary.
Saturday, June 02, 2001
There's a certain scene from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night that strikes me at this moment. Richter Belmont cites his reason for resurrecting Dracular as, paraphrased, "giving something to fight. So that they will fight forever." And though in the game he is being magically controlled, at the heart is a quest for identity. And today, I finally realized that my identity for the last 12 years of my life.. is at an end. A College student is entirely different than a high school or middle or elementry school student. That stage is over.
There are still the ingrained habits that 12 years of public school conditioning has given me. Come Sunday, I will still ponder what homework I haven't done. I will still be tempted to do a fly-by of my bookbag when I leave the door. It'll be weird having no more high school.
Right. And I'll stop implying I still want to go to school now.
There are still the ingrained habits that 12 years of public school conditioning has given me. Come Sunday, I will still ponder what homework I haven't done. I will still be tempted to do a fly-by of my bookbag when I leave the door. It'll be weird having no more high school.
Right. And I'll stop implying I still want to go to school now.
a very happy birthday to May. 15 punches ;)
Friday, June 01, 2001
It's an amazing thing that it takes in the excess of three hours to get a class of high school seniors to line up in alphabetical order. My year book needs more space. I'm having people write on the covers. How the heck did the word pickle spread to WHITMAN? Flora wrote she'll "eventually understand pickles." Juliana wrote "the pickle thing". Someone is leaking. Darn it. Pickles was supposed to stay outta Whitman.
This is it. The end of an era. The end of, as of now, the 4 best years of my life. High school is over. It's almost bittersweet really. Come monday, out of habit, I'll wake up at 6:30, take the shower, walk to the door and stop. There's no more school. The senior class, aside from Graduation, will never be completely together and the same again. I'll miss Flora, Dana, Juliana, Jon, Andrew, Amy, Megi, Lizzy and all of my other friends. Never again will it be the same. We'll all have grown up. I think that's why I like Peter Pan. He's never growing up. Nothing's ever gonna change.. But I digress.
At graduation, aside from Hail to the Chief, the Whitman choir is singing "I Will Remember You." It's a good song.
This is it. The end of an era. The end of, as of now, the 4 best years of my life. High school is over. It's almost bittersweet really. Come monday, out of habit, I'll wake up at 6:30, take the shower, walk to the door and stop. There's no more school. The senior class, aside from Graduation, will never be completely together and the same again. I'll miss Flora, Dana, Juliana, Jon, Andrew, Amy, Megi, Lizzy and all of my other friends. Never again will it be the same. We'll all have grown up. I think that's why I like Peter Pan. He's never growing up. Nothing's ever gonna change.. But I digress.
At graduation, aside from Hail to the Chief, the Whitman choir is singing "I Will Remember You." It's a good song.
