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torquillI offloaded the pictures I took yesterday from the camera to my dad's computer (his camera, he has the card reader). I took my laptop off of wireless, plugged it into the regular LAN, and tried to pull the pics across the network. He never told me he had severely limited the number of shared folders on Edgewood... I mean, way to go, Dad, more security is good... but he's off on a ride and I don't know what folder "shared files" actually is on that machine. Thus, I have a choice of waiting for him to get home so that he can tell me what folder I need to move things to, or I can alter the permissions myself. Sigh.
My calves are still killing me. Stiff, stiff, stiff. I was worried about getting sore shins/ankles from my work boots (which also weigh five pounds apiece), and figured I could make do with the birks... now I know what gets sore when you hike miles of hills in two-strap sandals. Ah, well, it's better than shin-splints.
We have a presentation due in bio on Tuesday, the reason I went hiking and took lots of pictures. Seven of us are to talk together for ten to fifteen minutes on the ecosystem of the redwood forest. Roles (I'm plants, someone else is insects, someone else is abiotic factors, etc.) were not assigned until last Thursday. One person had expressed interest in going with me to see redwoods on Saturday, and ended up not coming. We have yet to assemble all seven people in one room... we were supposed to get together somewhere today and put everything together, but after waiting all morning to hear when and where, all I get is an email from Danny saying "please send me what you have so that I can make the powerpoint presentation."
Words fail me. If only momentarily.
I could write paragraphs about how this reflects on their ability to actually get things done. I could rant about working with monkeys, and why I hate group work. I could express mingled frustration and satisfaction at the fact that I deliberately did not collect everyone's contact info, nor have I stepped in to whip everyone into action, and I see nothing happening instead. Several of these people were ones who waited, despite repeated warnings, until the night before to write their term papers, and then discovered that it takes more than a six-hour run on the computer to assemble, analyze, graph, and discuss data in a 12-15 page journal-style research paper. Idiots.
I may end up talking to Kathy tomorrow and telling her that this is bullshit. I've done my research, I've given out contact info to several people, I've made myself available, and I am not going to kill myself flogging lazy fucknuts like Varun into shape. That qualifies as going beyond the call of duty, and I will not do it yet again. I do not want their laziness to reflect on my grade, all because I refuse to do everything myself. We'll see what she says. I have yet to hear a teacher give a good answer to this dilemma.
Meanwhile, Danny has yet to get back to me about what, exactly, he wants for the PP file. My notes are currently in my head, and I'll have to type them out if he wants them. Sigh. I really do need to get those photos in order, which means getting them on the laptop...
Oh, and I'm very tired, all of a sudden. My period starts tomorrow too. What a great day to be "working" on a group presentation.
My calves are still killing me. Stiff, stiff, stiff. I was worried about getting sore shins/ankles from my work boots (which also weigh five pounds apiece), and figured I could make do with the birks... now I know what gets sore when you hike miles of hills in two-strap sandals. Ah, well, it's better than shin-splints.
We have a presentation due in bio on Tuesday, the reason I went hiking and took lots of pictures. Seven of us are to talk together for ten to fifteen minutes on the ecosystem of the redwood forest. Roles (I'm plants, someone else is insects, someone else is abiotic factors, etc.) were not assigned until last Thursday. One person had expressed interest in going with me to see redwoods on Saturday, and ended up not coming. We have yet to assemble all seven people in one room... we were supposed to get together somewhere today and put everything together, but after waiting all morning to hear when and where, all I get is an email from Danny saying "please send me what you have so that I can make the powerpoint presentation."
Words fail me. If only momentarily.
I could write paragraphs about how this reflects on their ability to actually get things done. I could rant about working with monkeys, and why I hate group work. I could express mingled frustration and satisfaction at the fact that I deliberately did not collect everyone's contact info, nor have I stepped in to whip everyone into action, and I see nothing happening instead. Several of these people were ones who waited, despite repeated warnings, until the night before to write their term papers, and then discovered that it takes more than a six-hour run on the computer to assemble, analyze, graph, and discuss data in a 12-15 page journal-style research paper. Idiots.
I may end up talking to Kathy tomorrow and telling her that this is bullshit. I've done my research, I've given out contact info to several people, I've made myself available, and I am not going to kill myself flogging lazy fucknuts like Varun into shape. That qualifies as going beyond the call of duty, and I will not do it yet again. I do not want their laziness to reflect on my grade, all because I refuse to do everything myself. We'll see what she says. I have yet to hear a teacher give a good answer to this dilemma.
Meanwhile, Danny has yet to get back to me about what, exactly, he wants for the PP file. My notes are currently in my head, and I'll have to type them out if he wants them. Sigh. I really do need to get those photos in order, which means getting them on the laptop...
Oh, and I'm very tired, all of a sudden. My period starts tomorrow too. What a great day to be "working" on a group presentation.
