The Graduate
So I'm not in the mood to write right now, despite the fact that it is Maaya's birthday -- oddly, I'm usually hyper and genki on this day of the year -- but I'll try.
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Date: Monday, March 27, 2006
Time: 7:20 p.m.
I send a text message to my prof, asking her if she received the email I sent her the weeks before. She says "No. Remind me tomorrow."
Now, this I found weird. Either (a) there was an error during the data transfer, or (b) she didn't check her email regularly. I thought that (b) was impossible because (1) she was a computer science teacher so email is a vital part of life, (2) she has unlimited internet access in her office, so she should check her email, and (3) I told her weeks before that I sent the email.
So something must have gone wrong in cyberspace.
Yes, that must be it.
Date: Monday, March 27, 2006
Time: 7:23 p.m.
My adviser texts me and says oh-so-casually, "Oh, by the way, deadline of grades for graduating students is April 4. Last day of presentation was today."
Today.
There I was, sitting in my room at 7:24 in the evening, and being told that the last day of presentation was today.
Note the past tense.
Date: March 27, 2006
Time: 8:30 p.m.
I call my adviser, and we decide that I go to LB on Match 28 to present my SP to a panel at 3p.m.
Note that March 28 is the next day.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 1:30 p.m.
We've been on the road to LB for 2 hours already, and I am still to get nervous. I thought it was totally strange that I was on my way to THE presentation, and I was not feeling nervous at all. Note, though, that I did not complaining. Just pointing out the obvious.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 2:30 p.m.
I arrive in ICS (Institute of Computer Science) with Kuya JB and Mama. My adviser isn't there yet. That's fine since our appointment was 3 p.m., anyway.
And then, the lights go out.
Note that I need electricity to present my SP.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 3:03 p.m.
My adviser arrives. Still no lights.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 4:02 p.m.
The lights go on. I present to my adviser. The panel arrives. I present to them.
They went "Wow!" when they saw my 3D model.
They went "Hmm..." when they noticed that my layout was a bit too simple.
They went "Hmmmm..." when they spotted several errors and realized that my system is missing a few validation processes.
Picture my panelists discussing my SP amongst themselves, while I, sitting right beside them, am finally starting to get nervous. I felt really really really small at that point.
Small and invisible.
And then went "OK."
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 8:00 p.m.
We arrive back in QC, and I disappear into my PC again to work on the revisions.
Date: March 30, 2006
Time: 9:00 a.m.
I arrive back in Los Baños earlier than I expected, but it was fine. I had to process my "papers", anyway. My adviser had me present my SP to several lowerclassmen who happened to be in the room at the time. The kids went "Wow" when they saw the 3D tour, and had all sorts of questions about how I did stuff in the system. Now, thinking back, I think either they got (a) excited to do their SP, or (b) got nervous because the SPs seemed so... impressive. I know I was nervous when I was a sophomore.
And then my adviser nods and says "OK."
I ask her, "So...that means I'll be graduating, right?"
Just to be sure.
She says "Yes."
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And so, the graduate, my friends, among others...
...is me.
Thank you, God!
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Date: Monday, March 27, 2006
Time: 7:20 p.m.
I send a text message to my prof, asking her if she received the email I sent her the weeks before. She says "No. Remind me tomorrow."
Now, this I found weird. Either (a) there was an error during the data transfer, or (b) she didn't check her email regularly. I thought that (b) was impossible because (1) she was a computer science teacher so email is a vital part of life, (2) she has unlimited internet access in her office, so she should check her email, and (3) I told her weeks before that I sent the email.
So something must have gone wrong in cyberspace.
Yes, that must be it.
Date: Monday, March 27, 2006
Time: 7:23 p.m.
My adviser texts me and says oh-so-casually, "Oh, by the way, deadline of grades for graduating students is April 4. Last day of presentation was today."
Today.
There I was, sitting in my room at 7:24 in the evening, and being told that the last day of presentation was today.
Note the past tense.
Date: March 27, 2006
Time: 8:30 p.m.
I call my adviser, and we decide that I go to LB on Match 28 to present my SP to a panel at 3p.m.
Note that March 28 is the next day.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 1:30 p.m.
We've been on the road to LB for 2 hours already, and I am still to get nervous. I thought it was totally strange that I was on my way to THE presentation, and I was not feeling nervous at all. Note, though, that I did not complaining. Just pointing out the obvious.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 2:30 p.m.
I arrive in ICS (Institute of Computer Science) with Kuya JB and Mama. My adviser isn't there yet. That's fine since our appointment was 3 p.m., anyway.
And then, the lights go out.
Note that I need electricity to present my SP.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 3:03 p.m.
My adviser arrives. Still no lights.
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 4:02 p.m.
The lights go on. I present to my adviser. The panel arrives. I present to them.
They went "Wow!" when they saw my 3D model.
They went "Hmm..." when they noticed that my layout was a bit too simple.
They went "Hmmmm..." when they spotted several errors and realized that my system is missing a few validation processes.
Picture my panelists discussing my SP amongst themselves, while I, sitting right beside them, am finally starting to get nervous. I felt really really really small at that point.
Small and invisible.
And then went "OK."
Date: March 28, 2006
Time: 8:00 p.m.
We arrive back in QC, and I disappear into my PC again to work on the revisions.
Date: March 30, 2006
Time: 9:00 a.m.
I arrive back in Los Baños earlier than I expected, but it was fine. I had to process my "papers", anyway. My adviser had me present my SP to several lowerclassmen who happened to be in the room at the time. The kids went "Wow" when they saw the 3D tour, and had all sorts of questions about how I did stuff in the system. Now, thinking back, I think either they got (a) excited to do their SP, or (b) got nervous because the SPs seemed so... impressive. I know I was nervous when I was a sophomore.
And then my adviser nods and says "OK."
I ask her, "So...that means I'll be graduating, right?"
Just to be sure.
She says "Yes."
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And so, the graduate, my friends, among others...
...is me.
Thank you, God!
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