|You know, I thought I'd posted this last week
||[Mar. 12th, 2008|04:03 pm]
Ok, so last Wednesday was when there was a Program Construction test with Henry. Now, for those of you who are unaware, Henry's course is one of the loveliest courses evar. He is a good lecturer, and teaches something that would be unbearably dry in other people's hands and makes it into something fascinating. (Cue deadlybuzz accusing me of crushing on him. I don't think I am, but I am disappointed that he's gone off to China for 12 weeks, so I won't see him before my year is over) Anywho, we had a class test worth 40% of our final grade.
Somehow, that Wednesday, I managed to oversleep. Maybe it's the fact that I had so much work, but I got up at about half 12 for this test at 2pm. I had to rush out the door, deciding "Taxi or bus" as I went. My decision was made as I saw a bus just at the stop. I wasn't sure if the bus would get me there on time, but it was there. As luck would have it, it wasn't the greatest choice in the world, I came into the exam late. Still, I was let in, and was handed a paper and some sheets to work on.
Getting straight to work I saw that I had two questions. For those of you who really want to know, there was a question on constructing a program to calculate a value for an arbitrary point in a fibbonacci-style sequence, and the other was to do slope search.
I went for the fibonacci-style one first, and ploughed through it quickly. It took me about half an hour. Sweet, I still had time for the slope search. I remembered the trick to doing that, and didn't trip myself up until I got to a case analysis, when I realised I did something silly. By this stage, I was into extra time that the invigilators had given me. I just scrawled a note saying that I knew I was on the right path but had screwed up so I didn't have time to correct the problem (I was going to be dragging an ugly term around, and generally ugliness strikes of something messing up slightly).
I handed up my paper and left. I wasn't in a happy mood. I was playing the game of dodge-supervisor for the past while, and that sort of "fun" can take its toll. Anyway, Henry saw me on the way out and said cheerfully, "I was getting worried about you." which was nice. I was still shaken after the exam, so I wasn't too talkative but just said "Yeah, I was late in. My own fault pretty much." and went down to the labs. The others were asking how I did, so I said "Not too great, I aced the first question but ran out of time for the second because I didn't have time to go back and fix...", and I was going to go into a diatribe until one guy said "You were only meant to do one". I looked at my paper again and there it was. Of course, being a dolt, I never bothered to look.
The feeling I felt is not unlike soiling yourself, guilty relief. Still, I couldn't help shake the feeling that I was back in Guildford again.