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It Could Be Worse - It Could Be Raining.
Nov. 16th, 2002 09:03 pmOh, Wait...
Well, today was the day of the Infamous Programming Competition. What's that, you say? You've never heard of it? Well, that's probably just because I didn't know about it until a week ago.
In an attept to make a long story short(er), I'm part of the ACM computer club here at school, and apparently, we had three guys (Joe, D, and Mike) going to this competion at George Washington. But Mike suddenly pulled out at the last minute, and when I Joe asked if I'd fill, I (being the masochist I am) said 'sure' in that echo-y "Jim Infantino's 'Acid'" kinda way.
We spent the next week trying to have a meeting with us all together (I later learned that Joe and D spent that same week trying to dodge those same meetings) and we finally touched base for a span of fifteen minutes on Friday. Most all of what we decided was just that we'd meet at the Metro at 7:00. Later that evening, an e-mail changed it to meeting Dave at Hannan at 7, and he'd drive us. Sure, whatever.
This morning I got up at 6:30, dressed and all, and headed out into the rain towards Hannan, where I met Joe, and then D. At about 7:15, we decided Dave wasn't comming, and trudged out to the Metro - only to find it wasn't open until 8:00 (and we were supposed to be at GW at 8). So Joe goes and gets HIS car - only to be met by Dave, some 30minutes late. Feel the joy, yes?
Anyways, we go, have a mostly uneventful but quite humorous trip to GW, park, and go inside. We get some of the danish and juice provided for our breakfast and register, and then we're told that they were extending the schedual to give us more time to eat because someone had only ordered half the food we needed. Of course, the additional food never arrived, but we had more time to eat what wasn't there. Again, in an attempt to shorten the story, we were suposed to get started on the competition at noon. But delay after delay kept popping up, and we didn't get going until 2:00!
In general, the competition was actually pretty cool. Joe, D, and I were getting through the problems and comming up with solutions, but we were having a fun time doing it - unlike the Code-Nazi who was next to us. I came up with a number of ideas to solve a few of the problems, but since I didn't know enough specifics and Joe and D don't like Arrays or Recusion all that much, they weren't implemented. I still think, in theory, they would've worked nicely.
We didn't get anywhere near placing, but they gave us Pizza for dinner, and we had a fun time between ourselves, as well as talking with a few of the other teams - infact, the Code-Nazi was a pretty cool guy when he wasn't in Competition-Mode. There was also a cute brunette girl there who I think I've seen before, though I can't place where or why. I didn't say anything, either, cause D and Joe aren't exactly prime examples on how to treat a lady - and the less they took note of her, the better I thought it was. Nothing against them, of course, just thought I might space her, s'all.
The worst part though was comming back. >_< Dave is a lucky man I didn't hurl all over his car. It's not that I just filled up on pizza and carrots and then left, either - we sat and talked for quite some time, but his driving compared with the temperature... First off, he was driving stick, and while I admire him for that (being as I can't drive stick myself) he was REALLY jerky with it - not so much with shifting as with breaking and turning - he was very jolty and swerved alot. And the HEAT! He must have had it at LEAST 85 degrees in there, if not warmer. He's surprised all his window's were fogging? I was dying - I don't like being warm (I would much rather be chilled) and it's the worst thing to inflict on me when I'm feeling sick.
I made it back fine, though, and thanked God for the cool, open, wet air that met me when I got out of that car. ^__^
Seeing as there's no one on, and I'm rather beat from the day's events, I'm trying to fool myself into thinking I'm going to lay down and take a rest for a couple hours. Failing that (or afterwards, depending) I'm going to see if I can't get some more work on my paper done. I still can't think of an opening for it, but I'm hoping by the end the rest of the paper's written something will occure to me.
Well, today was the day of the Infamous Programming Competition. What's that, you say? You've never heard of it? Well, that's probably just because I didn't know about it until a week ago.
In an attept to make a long story short(er), I'm part of the ACM computer club here at school, and apparently, we had three guys (Joe, D, and Mike) going to this competion at George Washington. But Mike suddenly pulled out at the last minute, and when I Joe asked if I'd fill, I (being the masochist I am) said 'sure' in that echo-y "Jim Infantino's 'Acid'" kinda way.
We spent the next week trying to have a meeting with us all together (I later learned that Joe and D spent that same week trying to dodge those same meetings) and we finally touched base for a span of fifteen minutes on Friday. Most all of what we decided was just that we'd meet at the Metro at 7:00. Later that evening, an e-mail changed it to meeting Dave at Hannan at 7, and he'd drive us. Sure, whatever.
This morning I got up at 6:30, dressed and all, and headed out into the rain towards Hannan, where I met Joe, and then D. At about 7:15, we decided Dave wasn't comming, and trudged out to the Metro - only to find it wasn't open until 8:00 (and we were supposed to be at GW at 8). So Joe goes and gets HIS car - only to be met by Dave, some 30minutes late. Feel the joy, yes?
Anyways, we go, have a mostly uneventful but quite humorous trip to GW, park, and go inside. We get some of the danish and juice provided for our breakfast and register, and then we're told that they were extending the schedual to give us more time to eat because someone had only ordered half the food we needed. Of course, the additional food never arrived, but we had more time to eat what wasn't there. Again, in an attempt to shorten the story, we were suposed to get started on the competition at noon. But delay after delay kept popping up, and we didn't get going until 2:00!
In general, the competition was actually pretty cool. Joe, D, and I were getting through the problems and comming up with solutions, but we were having a fun time doing it - unlike the Code-Nazi who was next to us. I came up with a number of ideas to solve a few of the problems, but since I didn't know enough specifics and Joe and D don't like Arrays or Recusion all that much, they weren't implemented. I still think, in theory, they would've worked nicely.
We didn't get anywhere near placing, but they gave us Pizza for dinner, and we had a fun time between ourselves, as well as talking with a few of the other teams - infact, the Code-Nazi was a pretty cool guy when he wasn't in Competition-Mode. There was also a cute brunette girl there who I think I've seen before, though I can't place where or why. I didn't say anything, either, cause D and Joe aren't exactly prime examples on how to treat a lady - and the less they took note of her, the better I thought it was. Nothing against them, of course, just thought I might space her, s'all.
The worst part though was comming back. >_< Dave is a lucky man I didn't hurl all over his car. It's not that I just filled up on pizza and carrots and then left, either - we sat and talked for quite some time, but his driving compared with the temperature... First off, he was driving stick, and while I admire him for that (being as I can't drive stick myself) he was REALLY jerky with it - not so much with shifting as with breaking and turning - he was very jolty and swerved alot. And the HEAT! He must have had it at LEAST 85 degrees in there, if not warmer. He's surprised all his window's were fogging? I was dying - I don't like being warm (I would much rather be chilled) and it's the worst thing to inflict on me when I'm feeling sick.
I made it back fine, though, and thanked God for the cool, open, wet air that met me when I got out of that car. ^__^
Seeing as there's no one on, and I'm rather beat from the day's events, I'm trying to fool myself into thinking I'm going to lay down and take a rest for a couple hours. Failing that (or afterwards, depending) I'm going to see if I can't get some more work on my paper done. I still can't think of an opening for it, but I'm hoping by the end the rest of the paper's written something will occure to me.
