What follows is a response to my university newspaper's article on sweatpants.

Dear Editor,
After reading the 8 Feb 2010 article regarding sweatpants, I felt I
must speak out against sweatpants' oppression. As a Computer Science
student, I feel it is my duty to uphold the long-standing tradition of
my peers and maintain a shambolic appearance. I wear sweatpants
everyday and own more pairs of them then I do of jeans. Also, in
today's chaotic economic environment, I find it important to practice
looking like a hobo. The transition from college life to hobo life is
thus one step removed and more easily embraced, should it become
necessary.

Sweatpants are awesome,
Allyn Bauer

Sometimes I notice things about stuff. When I notice enough of these things that are related, I put them into a blog post. Sometimes I make those blog posts public. This is one of those.

These things happen to be on the subject of school; most notably, professors. If you are a professor of mine, perhaps it would be wise if you didn't read this. Don't say I didn't warn you :)

As a student, please do not waste my time, and I will do my best to not waste yours. Please do not waste my time. Again, as this is very important: please, for the love of $deity, do not waste my time.

As a student, we know when you are playing favorites. Your students know, and we tell the freshmen not to take your classes.

I wrote this short story for a writing class a few days ago. I haven't posted anything on here for a while, so I figured that I'd throw it up on here.

It's probably true that one occasion everybody gets a free "really-dumb-moment".

This day happened to be one in which I got exactly zero sleep the night before - due to poor planning and an embrace of college life. I had a Programming Languages (PLP) assignment due. It took a while, and because of my 8 AM class I decided to stay awake instead of getting a few hours of sleep and fighting the alarm clock.

My 8 AM class lasts until 9:15. After it got over I had only one thing to do before my 11 AM class, finish and print my PLP assignment. Since I have 3 classes back to back starting with that 11 AM-er, it's imperative my affairs are in order before I go to the first one.

As anyone who is or was a college student can attest to, lunch time in the Union (every campus has one) is somewhat hectic. This results in people reserving tables for themselves by means of a backpack, friend(s), or a homeless person. Most students acknowledge a certain limitation of the staff to keep tables in proper order during such times, and thus often there are random bits of paper, pencils, pens or other crap on the tables.

Thus, a few pieces of paper are not enough to reserve a table. Usually.