I am slowly accumulating evidence that my history professor has a grudge against engineers. He said that my first paper was "well written, but mechanistic" (I went through the book too methodically) and my second paper was "well analyzed, but awkwardly phrased." I think the "awkward phrase" comment came at least partially from a statement I made about feedback mechanisms, given the underline and "meaning what...?" that accompanied the sentence, since he didn't make too many other comments on the paper.
Alright, I'm exaggerating, of course, but it's amusing.
In other news.
My weekend was pretty good. Being in Colorado was a lot of fun; on Saturday I got to spend a bunch of time with my Dad. The football game was kind of strange. It was the first time in my life that I'd been at one and not thought, "Maybe I'll be one of them (cadets) some day."
I guess in some ways it also made me step back a bit and look at what I'm doing with my life. Part of my reason for wanting to go to USAFA was the sense of pride and accomplishment I thought I'd gain from surviving something so tough. There's no way to know how I would have really felt after going through it - I remember after spending a week there one summer in high school feeling like the institution was 70% propaganda and 30% sincerity, and it actually took a little while for me to shake that feeling and get excited about applying.
I don't feel the way right now that I hoped I'd feel as a senior in college, but I'm not sure how I do feel. In some ways I just AM - enjoying life and waiting to see what happens, and I've certainly got a lot more freedom than I would have had if things had worked out differently. Freedom is never a bad thing, even as it puts a lot of the responsibility back on me to make sure I'm pushing myself in the right directions.
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