Stressable

I have some academic stress going on. I'm nearing the end of the second full week of class and I'm already perplexed by some team assignments, have my first computer graphics assignment before we've even begun looking at any examples or source, and I've been ramping up RA stuff so I can feel better about it (last semester and over the winter I had a very hard time being the RA I wanted to and wasn't around enough).

Schedules are all tight and packed and something like that's not that fun. People are always tired when we get to hang out and everyone's riding some new academic stress.

// switching topics //

I really can't believe the NHL season was cancelled over $6M. It's a tragedy for the hockey fan. There's so much to look forward to and enjoy about hockey and it's always a big rush for me to watch the playoff push and tournament every year. Now what will I be doing? No Flyers to cheer for. I have to take down my championship banner tonight. I can't stand to look at anything that reminds me of how exciting hockey is and how lame it is I won't be seeing any.

That's all for now... class time.

Until Next Year...

The Eagles lost the Superbowl. It was a game that they really could have won, if not for the fact that they did not show any hustle in the final five minutes of the game. Repeat the Philadelphia sports fan mantra: "There's always next year." Not a terribly big deal, just disappointing. I'm used to it. Twenty-two years used to it.

Yep, I'm twenty-two, now, and it's not that different from being twenty-one. I realized that while there's no new exciting thing that I can now do, there are some positives:

• They don't take away your priviledges: still can drink, still can drive, still can choose to buy cigs and porn.
• I'm one year removed from the stereotype age
• It's funny to hear older adults make "it's all downhill from here" comments, etc. They don't realize that they're still probably old enough to be my parents, or they choose not to realize that (not that you're old, mom and dad!)
• I am another year removed from the forefront of the draft. It starts at twenty and rolls up to twenty-eight, then hits nineteen and eighteen... so twenty-two is a round after twenty-one. Nice.
• It sounds fucking old. "I'm twenty-two" sounds old, but in a cooler way than "I'm nineteen" ever sounded.

My birthday was great (the Eagles won that day) and I saw a lot of people that wished me very well. It was great.

It's the beginning of the spring semester, today (essentially). I'm between my first and second class right now and the first one (Computer Graphics) seems like it might be quite a bit of coding. Reinventing OpenGL seems like reinventing the wheel to me, but I understand it and the stuff is really really mind-numbingly interesting. Next up I've got "Advanced Web Technologies," which is with one of my favorite profs and just sounds right up my alley. I'm excited about that one. Then I've got Entrepeneurship (spelling?) which I'm hoping is not a bore and actually ends up being interesting.

I'm hoping to get a lot of fun packed into my days this semester. It's my last, unless I bring back the graduate school talk, so we'll see how it goes.

Hope all is well with you and yours.