Thursday, March 31, 2011
I didn't understand strings as well as I would have liked at first, but now that we have gone over lists (which I find to be one of the easiest things we have gone over so far in Python) I can see a lot of parallels between the two, and am much more sure of my string programming ability. Python feels pretty intuitive to me, and I am really looking forward to getting up to more serious levels of programming.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Reflect for Spring Break
Right now I have been having discipline problems in comp sci. I can do all the work in class, but I have been having a lot of trouble forcing my self to do the blog posts. I am running out of things to talk about (quite obviously), especially in share posts, which I am about to simply give up on. Except for blog posts, the class is wonderful, the programming for the most part intuitive, and the material well paced and interesting. Writing too little makes me feel like I am cutting corners for easy grades, something I despise, but I do not have enough problems or spurts of genius to justify writing anything more than a two sentence update. I have come to the point where I am at a loss for what or how much to say. If it is acceptable, or even if it isn't, I will just default to incredibly short, mundane posts unless I can find an other solution.
It doesn't just stop there though. Should I fail to do a blog post, or even delay one, suddenly the worrying hound that is my parents jumps on it and all I can think about for the next day is ripping my hair out, thinking of something to squeeze in for a grade. It is not that I am pressed for time; my schedule is quite loose. It is that, once I sit down to write up something, there is nothing at all to write. I may sit down two or threes times over the course of a week, look at the screen for 5 minutes thinking about how I wish I had something to say, and then throw my hands in the air in frustration and do something else. Once I finally stumble upon something to write about, I blast through my posts, nothing flat. I love to write. If, however, the pressure from my parents gets to me first (most likely the case), I throw some dribble on the page and call it a day. I need an out.
It doesn't just stop there though. Should I fail to do a blog post, or even delay one, suddenly the worrying hound that is my parents jumps on it and all I can think about for the next day is ripping my hair out, thinking of something to squeeze in for a grade. It is not that I am pressed for time; my schedule is quite loose. It is that, once I sit down to write up something, there is nothing at all to write. I may sit down two or threes times over the course of a week, look at the screen for 5 minutes thinking about how I wish I had something to say, and then throw my hands in the air in frustration and do something else. Once I finally stumble upon something to write about, I blast through my posts, nothing flat. I love to write. If, however, the pressure from my parents gets to me first (most likely the case), I throw some dribble on the page and call it a day. I need an out.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Weekends of Feb 27, Post 1
So far in Python we have covered simple numerical programs, and are proceeding into more complex verbal programs, namely those with strings. It is not, to me at least, as difficult as Java was at this point, something which I believe is a good sign and for which I am thankful. There is beginning to be a build up of vocabulary, something which I never seem to be able to handle, but the pace it is coming in at, I believe I will be able to handle it. Enjoying Python quite a bit.
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