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I decided the opportunity to record one stupid pun was worth the past hour of studying set theory. I have a final in that class on Saturday, and this is the first real effort I've put into studying it.
One week left in the semester, and probably one of the worst in my academic career.
Friday: Demonstrate socket programming assignment for networking class
Saturday: Set Theory final
Monday: History of Science in the U.S. final
Wednesday: Networking final
Thursday: Signals and Systems, panic attack, and Microelectronics
Friday: Poorly timed stress induced demise robbing the past week of all purpose
Impending doom aside, I'd say things are actually going quite well. The radio we designed and built in my microelectronics class actually worked pretty well. Or at least the amplifier part, which was what the project was really about. Sunday night I pulled my first and hopefully my only all-nighter at Cal. It was my paper on UC Berkeley's involvement in the design and assembly of the atomic bomb. The paper was terrible, and it's too bad because the topic was interesting, but I simply didn't have time to do it right. I had just completed my networking assignment early with the extra credit component (though I later realized it's a little inaccurate in a rare case). I liked my group, but I got basically no help from them. Even with all these things due, I got a healthy percentage of my typical weekly assignments done over the previous week.
Everyone told me I was crazy for taking 22units, and of course they were right. But I wouldn't be able to take the classes I want and still get my EECS minor otherwise.
Working my way further back in time:
We lost Playa not too long ago. Fluid in her lungs, likely from lymphoma.
Mocha died in October when her kidneys failed.
I'm still so confused when I go to the bathroom at my parents and find the food bowls and litter box are missing. My mom is planning to get a new kitten soon, and I'll get to play with it all summer while I'm home.
Set theory inspired ramblings:
Alright, so the subset of things going on that I listed here is technically countable (since I managed to list it, or even because it is finite), but I still think that the full set of things that are going on with me, or anyone is uncountable. I realize the number of particles in the universe is a finite though fluctuating number, but I think the events related to those items are uncountable since as far as I can tell time is an uncountable continuum. Similarly the position of particles doesn't intuitively strike me as countable, nor most other people I would imagine since time and position are usually represented as real numbers. I don't think I could prove one way or the other though.
One week left in the semester, and probably one of the worst in my academic career.
Friday: Demonstrate socket programming assignment for networking class
Saturday: Set Theory final
Monday: History of Science in the U.S. final
Wednesday: Networking final
Thursday: Signals and Systems, panic attack, and Microelectronics
Friday: Poorly timed stress induced demise robbing the past week of all purpose
Impending doom aside, I'd say things are actually going quite well. The radio we designed and built in my microelectronics class actually worked pretty well. Or at least the amplifier part, which was what the project was really about. Sunday night I pulled my first and hopefully my only all-nighter at Cal. It was my paper on UC Berkeley's involvement in the design and assembly of the atomic bomb. The paper was terrible, and it's too bad because the topic was interesting, but I simply didn't have time to do it right. I had just completed my networking assignment early with the extra credit component (though I later realized it's a little inaccurate in a rare case). I liked my group, but I got basically no help from them. Even with all these things due, I got a healthy percentage of my typical weekly assignments done over the previous week.
Everyone told me I was crazy for taking 22units, and of course they were right. But I wouldn't be able to take the classes I want and still get my EECS minor otherwise.
Working my way further back in time:
We lost Playa not too long ago. Fluid in her lungs, likely from lymphoma.
Mocha died in October when her kidneys failed.
I'm still so confused when I go to the bathroom at my parents and find the food bowls and litter box are missing. My mom is planning to get a new kitten soon, and I'll get to play with it all summer while I'm home.
Set theory inspired ramblings:
Alright, so the subset of things going on that I listed here is technically countable (since I managed to list it, or even because it is finite), but I still think that the full set of things that are going on with me, or anyone is uncountable. I realize the number of particles in the universe is a finite though fluctuating number, but I think the events related to those items are uncountable since as far as I can tell time is an uncountable continuum. Similarly the position of particles doesn't intuitively strike me as countable, nor most other people I would imagine since time and position are usually represented as real numbers. I don't think I could prove one way or the other though.