I’ve been mulling over this post for weeks. I figured you all could handle some time off after the marathon of Europe posts. At least that’s what I was hoping, since it gave me more time to think without the crushing guilt.
Okay. Brace yourselves. Are you bracing? I am bracing because even at this very moment I’m kind of in denial that I’m about to say this. *deep breath* …I think Extra Credit Life is retiring. *wince* Are you still there? Are you okay? Is everyone okay? I think I am okay.
I had been planning to continue the blog, to write about my experiences in life and as a new engineer. I even wrote about it in this post. I promised you guys more blog and I’ve changed my mind and I’m sorry. I wanted to do it and part of me still wants to, but after the fog of my last semester and graduation and Europe lifted, I realized a few things. Continue reading →
Okay, here’s the thing – I can’t stand how some students write engineering reports and give engineering presentations. I’m just going to go ahead and say it. And it’s probably going to make me sound like a Snooty-McSnootypants, but I guess I can live with that.
Something comes over students when they have to write a report or give a presentation about a technical topic that makes them forget how to speak in regular, clear English. They decide that in order to sound smart and technically competent that they need to use a different version of English with lots of extra words and fussy synonyms.
“A wind tunnel was utilized to simulate the air stream acting upon the wing.”
I’m enjoying a scant four-day break between my first summer class and my second, which isn’t really enough time to do anything of substance besides clean my apartment, drink a few celebratory beers and slip a fresh notebook into my backpack before heading off to class again on Monday. I anxiously await and thoroughly enjoy the breaks I get between classes, but even my longest break, usually three weeks over Christmas and New Years, isn’t enough time to really sink my teeth into the other pursuits I dream of tackling. Continue reading →