vituperation

February 24, 2004

"Hey," my Dad said when I answered the phone. "I’m cleaning out the attic, and I found a huge box of your notebooks from college. You want them?"

"Hell yes!"

And now, since there’s nothing else interesting going on around here (except MAYBE something cool about Australia soon, we shall see), I share with you things that make me the man I am today.

What we find is that I did many things in class except take notes most of the time. Years are from early 1988 - late 1990.

From my computer algorithms class:

From an early age, I had the mad parody skillz. (this is about the teacher)

No, really. (this is about the new college president, Louie Padula)

Helping a friend with a definition.

From botany class:

A conversation, part 1 (I’m in pencil)

A conversation, part 2

In circuits class — my God, hated that one, I discussed the important things. If you look closely, you can see where I pointed out that Margaret had a "dog dick eraser." That’s one of the retractable pink ones, you know.

Differential Equations: the class that made me decide to minor in math instead of getting a double major (with Computer Science).

In sophomore english, I wrote bad poetry, and doodled worse pictures. The sense of humor, though, that was still there.

In freshman composition, I started six novels on one page, something I still do today.

History (another class I loathed):

I try my hand at being Andrew Lloyd-Webber.

I answer the teacher’s first question on the first day of class. Note the religious overtones; I was deep into the cult group then.

In logic class, I was so bored I started designing a million-copy-selling game. Obviously, we see how that turned out.

In numerical analysis, I discuss why I’m so hungry.

And that’s that. I may put up an entry of stuff from high school I was thrilled to find in the box, but then again, I might not. Nothing’s going on around here at all that’s worth writing about, except maybe the aforementioned Australia thing, but that has yet to pan out.

Have a good one.