I was done.I was done. The weekend was here and I had neither a CS 502 exam nor programming assignment to worry about. Back at the dorm, Jennifer sat me on the bed and said, ``I have a surprise for you.'' Trusting her, I naively let her take my wrist and promptly let her handcuff me to the bed. And their I remained from Friday night until Monday morning. Bad, bad computer engineer, ignoring your girlfriend. Jennifer was on the riding team. She had these tight riding pants, knee high boots, spurs and a three foot whip. Combine that with her infatuation for Victoria's Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood and you you can guess the rest. I found it uncomfortable to sit on Monday during class when the graded exam was handed back. This had nothing to do with the fifty-six I received on the exam and was solely a by product of my relationship with ``faster horsey, faster'' Jennifer. I sat there in a latent sugar coma and pondered. The mean was fifty-eight. I'd nailed a solid C. The high was a seventy-three. And so I read my answers and saw a glaring minus twenty. I'd skipped question two, a simple tree construction of an expression evaluation. A six year old with a masters in computer science could have answered it. Actually, a non-caffeine hyped junior in computer engineering could have answered it since the exam was open-notes/open-book. I could easily have received full credit for the question. This would have given me a seventy-six, the highest grade in the class by three full points. Bad, bad computer engineer. At his office hours, Bob Graham said, ``Please, have a seat.'' He must have assumed I remained standing out of respect. ``It's about the exam,'' I explained. ``I skipped a question by accident.'' I handed him my blue book. Professor Graham thumbed through it nodding silently. ``It's too bad,'' he replied. |