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It's Late Again

Blame the Python class.

Last night I think I sept fine. I can't remember. I was in the shower by 8, I think. A couple of times Spook ran across the bed to get from one window to the other. There's nothing to see out there, but the windows are open 2" so she can smell stuff. But it's really annoying that she won't stay on the bed.

Did all the plans. Almost. Applied for a job at GoPro which I don't think I'll get considered for. Had a voicemail from a recruiter in Boston, called back and left her voicemail to send me a job description and call me back.

Drove to the VTA office, they had to call someone to come to the ticket desk and issue me a senior clipper card. It was painless once the person showed up.

From there I was heading toward home when I remembered there was a Target if I just went straight instead of turning left. Found a CVS first, bought a pack of q-tips which took me forever to find. Finally had to ask.

Back toward home, with a stop for a manicure. While en route the Boston recruiter called. Turns out she is a newbie who had no idea what the job description meant. I told her to email me the job description. I figured on firing up the laptop and looking at it at Peet's after the manicure.

But it was a 10-minute wait for the nails lady, so I checked email on my phone. The description didn't match me much at all, they wanted a shirtsleeve manager with programming skills. It was lunchtime, not a good time to be in Peet's, so I drove home, made a sandwich, had some chips & dip & lactaid.

Didn't want to fire up the big PC, figured I could kill many birds by answering the email on my laptop in the Starbucks most of the way to where Python class was going to be. We had been warned that there was a high school graduation there at 6, and we should park on the street, but I wanted to check that out for myself. Anyhow, got a mocha, fired up the laptop, and couldn't get my email either via Outlook or web direct. Google had effed up their re-direct in a way that made Chrome and the PC think I was being hacked.

So Plan B, there were two massage places nearby in which I could spend an hour (I had 2) so off I went. First place was gutted. Even ther fixtures were gone. Second place had been taken over by the next door martial arts school, and there were 12,000 kids in Ghi. Sigh.

So next thought was a library, and as luck would have it, the new Santa Clara city library was on the way to the school. They have great wi-fi and also tons of wired PCs. I was able to get all my online stuff done in no time. And there was eye candy as well.

Got to the school at 5:30. There were only about 8 cars in the parking lot. So I picked a spot in the shade and parked. Took out the tablet and started reading some trashy sci-fi. I had been reading Dawn Wells' What Would Mary Anne Do? but it turned out to be an overly preachy monologue warning beautiful young women about the Small Brain with which most teenaged girls and all males think. I am not that demographic, so I bailed after about three chapters.

6 pm came and went, and now there were only about 20 cars. It's a big lot, maybe good for 100 cars. I checked their web site on  my phone and the announcement said grads needed to be in place by 5:30, visitors doors opened at 6, ceremony at 6:30. I got out of the car at 6:45 to go to class, and there were still about half a dozen spots open.

The teacher was late. His excuse was he had to park on the street because the faculty reserved spots were reserved for the high school faculty. Major loss of credibility, since he obviously had not checked the student lot.

Again lots of good stuff in the class, but again he kept getting sidetracked by questions from students who should have been told they have Python on their PCs, they should try what they were asking. Me and the woman next to me were coding what was being shown to us, and were several slides ahead. The sidetracking meant we did not get to the last five or six slides, the homework assignment was given short shrift, and we never did get to last week's homework. I was astounded that there were people in class who had not figured out how to do the assignment.

Home, heated up lasagna and garlic bread. Blueberry muffin for dessert.

Warriors forgot to show up for the game tonight. :-(

No plans for tomorrow. Maybe go to a NOVA class. The weather is turning nasty so may as well.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 9th, 2016 03:51 pm (UTC)
One of my pet peeves: teachers who say "There's no such thing as a stupid question."

Yes. There is.

Many types, even. You experienced the most common: lazy, priveleged jerk who expects the instructor to do everything, comes to class unprepared, and never does homework.

Then there are the philosophy students who take the Socratic thing to the extreme, like me.

"Well, then, if there's no such thing as a stupid question, is down the same as up? And why does the porridge bird lay his eggs in the air?"

I was a troublemaker in my now-distant youth.
Jun. 9th, 2016 04:02 pm (UTC)
These were not stupid questions, these were stupid answers. The instructor tells us early and often that the best way to learn to program is to practice. Yet, instead of telling the students to just try it, he writes code on the whiteboard in answer to the questions. And that's ridiculous, because he has his computer projecting on the screen with his powerpoint slides, he could bring up the programming application and type in the examples, and run them.

Edited at 2016-06-09 04:02 pm (UTC)
Jun. 9th, 2016 05:16 pm (UTC)
Ouch. Teacher burn.
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