so i was called for jury duty on wednesday. i tried to call into work that night at fedex, but they guilted me into showing up. so i showed up at the federal courthouse 30 minutes early (7:15) because 1) i am notoriously early and b) i was terribly worried about finding a parking place within walking distance.
some idiot got lost downtown and we had to wait for her for an hour. then we filed like first graders into the courtroom for the selection. the case was a civil case concerning unpaid credit card debt purchased by PMI Services. the prosecutor asked a lot of questions about our personal and business experiences with debt and companies that purchase debt. the defense attorney just asked if there was any one of us who had never heard a radio commercial like "pay only $99 for this car
anyway, they took 7 people for the jury and i was 12th in order, so i was not selected. it would have been interesting to stick around and see how it all panned out (the case was only supposed to take one day), but i would have missed a japanese lecture that morning. i guess, when i'm eligible for selection again in two years, maybe i'll have another opportunity to witness the judicial system hard at work.
classes are going well. i'm loving japanese and i'm really loving that it comes so easily to me. i only wish my handwriting were better so that it wasn't such a chore to learn these new characters correctly. it's like i don't even have the skill set required for good penmanship anymore. no discipline whatsoever.
statistics is pretty boring and a little confusing, but i fucking love my gavin-esque professor (whom i wrote about here, but fucked up with a bad lj tag). i will attend every single one of his lectures this semester, because he just cracks me up. here's a quote from yesterday: box plots are not going to wow your audience, but they are kind of... well, i hate to say box plots are cool, because they're not really, but they are about as cool as this stuff ever gets. i mean it ain't like reading the kama sutra or anything, that's for sure."
my math lecture yesterday was just absurd. the entire class was completely boggled. they asked questions, she rambled. they asked the same questions, she rambled about something else. so it was just back and forth for an hour with neither side making headway. one boy, who asked the same question three times and never understood an answer, got extra credit points for solving the problem. this left him even more confused. on the lighter side, i had some great conversations with several people about our shared misunderstandings, so i'm feeling more comfortable in that group.
programming is creeping along. we started behind schedule and now everyday we fall a little more behind with each new lecture. what really stinks is that the prof seems to be glossing over a lot of things that the non-CS kids really ought to learn.
the lab instructor is terrible. he's indian and his accent is SO thick. (a strange coincidence: i actually gave him his ESL test to retake today.) i'm sure he's been programming and working in UNIX environments for years, so he tends to omit a lot of initial steps in teaching us new processes. for instance, he didn't show us how to get to the command line before he had us trying to run vi. and in vi he conveniently forgot to mention that you have to type ctrl-i to type text. luckily there's only six people in my lab (44 in the other), so it's pretty easy to get his attention.
i finally met someone cool this semester. lauren is in my stats and my programming classes. she also used to be in my math class too, but decided a math ed major wasn't worth the hassle of that one particular class (professor) and changed her major. i think she and i will be doing a lot of work together for programming and maybe even stats too, but i doubt that either of us really needs help with that class. it's nice to finally meet someone in my classes who seems to be on my level academically, but isn't a total fucking nerd.
my parents are still out west somewhere, living it up at the beach they tell me. i guess i miss them. i'm kind of missing family in general these days. i like telling them about school and about how stupid things like jury duty excite me. i'm going to call my grandparents next week so i can go hang out with them. of course, they're probably off in china or something again. i've actually even considered hanging out with my aunts and uncles here in town. since when did family become such a priority in my life?
vialet and banjo won't return my phone calls. i mean, they both know that i don't call a lot of people, so calling them means a lot. anyway, it's really bugging me.
broken bridges are being rebuilt. the first step has been made at least. i'm taking it slow, though. i'm not interested in being thrown to the sharks again. but maybe i can make a little sense of the past now.
i went over my limit on my god damned credit card by five fucking dollars AND i forgot to make a payment. if i had the internet at home, this would never have happened.
/me signs up for cable internet.
god, i'm boring.
oh, wait! i did find this lj bio quite amusing. it wouldn't be funny unless you knew who it was, but i'm not about to bring that shit back up.
Miss live and let live
And when they're out for blood
I always give"