Minor complaints and worries I'm finding studying for this midterm difficult because I'm not used to having an entire class devoted to teaching how to use a specific piece of software. There is some theory, but most of our lectures consist of: To do this, click here, check these boxes, enter this data, press ok. It's weird. Are we supposed to memorize all that? I suppose that's how it works. It seems like a waste of memory space to me. Not so much the procedures but the names of all the toolbars and buttons etc. I seem to have a mental block when it comes to comitting all that to memory. Especially when you have to regurgitate it all onto paper with no computer in sight. Does it really matter that much that I know what something is called if I know where to find it? Practical exams for all these things make so much more sense to me, but I suppose they'd be terribly hard to administer since there's no where the entire class would fit for a practical exam and you can't really give an exam to one group on one day and the other two on different days. You'd need three different exams. Although, if you only changed one small thing on each, it wouldn't be that much work. I hope we get to do a course evaluation, I'll definitely mention that. We have three classes of that ilk this semester and probably more next semester. On a brighter note, my sweetie is coming to see me this weekend! I've been frantically trying to get all my assignments finished so I'll have a worry free weekend. I'm in pretty good shape so far, but I'd feel better if I could get a hold of my potential project sponsor. He's been quite hard to track down. So, I'm looking forward to the weekend, We aren't staying here because there's really no space. We're heading about an hour out of town and we've got a hotel booked and it will be wonderful. I'm quite, quite, giddy. So, my life has narrowed down to assignments due in the coming week and looking forward to weekends. It's not so bad, I don't have to worry about finding a job or whether to buy or rent a house, or any of the millions of things I'd be worrying about if I had less on my plate. |