Not without our faults II.
Sep. 29th, 2004 01:51 amMore reasons why I feel inferior:
Correction: ENGG100 homework this week is to write a mock cover letter and CACEE job application form. Which means BS-ing about my absolute lack of leadership or cooperative roles in high school (yes...singing in choir counts as teamwork....sure............). Which is why I'm nominating myself for the role of Engg Week Team Coordinator for the First Years' Engineering Club. And why I talk about the weird experience of having walked into the wrong classroom twice already this year, and both times whilst looking for the same room.
Also: I *finally* finished my math homework, completely oblivious to the fact that today was Chinese Moon Festival, and having spent the entire evening since around 6 o'clock at Niesen's apartment doing our math assignment. My parents left a weird message on my answering machine.
- They have a class that's actually design studies stuff, where they get to learn to draw isometrically and design objects for some of the school's engineering projects. It's like, ARTS in the midst of all the math! Or rather, hands on design experience.
- Instead of a building being just messed up, it's messed up to the point where the hallways always appear to be going uphill.
- Buildings really have doors that go nowhere, not just legends.
Correction: ENGG100 homework this week is to write a mock cover letter and CACEE job application form. Which means BS-ing about my absolute lack of leadership or cooperative roles in high school (yes...singing in choir counts as teamwork....sure............). Which is why I'm nominating myself for the role of Engg Week Team Coordinator for the First Years' Engineering Club. And why I talk about the weird experience of having walked into the wrong classroom twice already this year, and both times whilst looking for the same room.
Also: I *finally* finished my math homework, completely oblivious to the fact that today was Chinese Moon Festival, and having spent the entire evening since around 6 o'clock at Niesen's apartment doing our math assignment. My parents left a weird message on my answering machine.