first, I filed my final project proposal today. Much to my suprise, Professor Larson is going to be my advisor, and I'm ending up with five units for this crazy task.
I started a blog for noting what I'm up to in regards to my project. I'll be updating it slightly later with this news, but if you're so inclined to follow along (and I could probably use help), you can follow along at either http://www.retstak.org/project/
or right here on LJ as neighbors
The syn feed name makes more sense if you know what I'm up to, and that is simply thus. Sometimes you have to move sight unseen. This makes the odds that you end up in a bad neighborhood more possible. But if there was some way for people to see what a neighborhood is like from the eyes of people who live there, that would be rather useful.
So that's what I'm up to there. I'd be grateful for any help, I'm not much of a programmer, and I've suddenly got a huge web program to code. Oh here we go.
Oh yeah, and it has to be done (it can be in beta, but it has to be at least there) by May 11th.
Here we go.
It's a beautiful day in Berkeley today, I'm sitting on the steps of Dwinnelle, leaching airbears from the building, and just being rather content with life. It's kinda a nice change from the horrible bleakness I was facing last week. Agitated depressions and mixed states look a lot alike, so I'm not exactly sure which it was, but whatever it was, it was not fun.
Then again, I'm probably riding the high of turning in my final project forms.
That's okay with me.
A squirrel nearly sat on my foot. He came right up to it and was sniffing my shoe, and I was a bit worried he was going to hop on my foot (I wear Birkenstocks). The squirrels around Berkeley are fearless.
I love this campus. I love it dearly. But goddamn, I hate SIMS at times. From day one, the bane of my existance has been "SIMS is a professional school." It's frustating, because my interests lie more in the realm of people interacting with technology, and I probably should have applied for the Ph.D program instead of the master's program. Or done history.
But you can't regret now. I'm a semester and a final project away of attaining the highest level of education ever achieved in my family, and I'm not happy. Oh well. Chalk it up to a learning experience.
One more semester. Let's see if I can make it without killing myself.