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Monday, December 12, 2011

Not for me

A lot of times, I see people studying with their big textbooks in Gerstein library and I kinda wish I could do that too. Just my textbook and notes and study my ass off. No need to figure out complicated math or programming or theory stuff. Getting a good grade seems so much easier that way. Just learn it all by heart and tadaaa. No scratching your head to understand how the heck neural networks weight sharing works mathematically. I was wrong. It's harder. At least for me. Maybe I'm just lazy or burned out or something. The course itself was quite interesting and I enjoyed it. I just don't like regurgitating content on exams. Result: I can't take bird courses.

Why I don't like bird courses.
  1. Wordy textbook that beats around the bush and makes things sound complicated when they really are dead simple concepts.
  2. On top of being wordy, it's also hard cover, heavy and glossy to the point where I can't read it with my lamp next to it because it reflects light so much.
  3. Participation marks. Clearly, if not attending a lecture already loses me 20% of my participation mark, that does NOT motivate me to participate in class. What's the point. Duh.
  4. Just can't find the motivation to put effort into a "bird" course. Rather take a "hard" elective. More likely to get a good grade.
Conclusion: bird courses are evil.



Thursday, December 1, 2011

About Me is About To Change

 I think I wrote this on my facebook "about me" when I first joined in 2007. Can't believe it's been more than 5 years already. I don't want it on my wall anymore, but didn't want to completely scratch it either. So I figured I'd keep it here. Note that there are lots of rhymes and stuff in there that, when I read them now, make me go "eww". But whatever. Here it is in all its imperfection. Don't judge my writing on that piece of junk, I've gone to university since then  =)

Sherry-Lynn's her name
Words are her game

She sings and plays guitar
and piano-plays mozart

She is no longer a teen  )'=
Often thinks of what could have been

SHe's so complicated
Often frustrated

But always finds a way
To get past obstacles thrown her way

Her friends know best
That for them, she'd give her best

Always stays up late
And trying to think straight

Writing or composing in the middle of the night
Trying to say things she feels just right

Often locked up inside her swirling mind
Searching for answers she cant find

She has her secret garden
With all its joy and burden

Part of it will never be trespassed
And simply fade into the past

Spends her time observing the world
As feelings, actions and thoughts whirl

Wondering what makes human logic
So twisted to the point of being ironic

She doesnt go with the flow
She doesnt just follow

She leads and sometimes gets lost
Having only a coin to toss

She is different though not intentionally
And finally, she is simply me.