So…Close…
Only nine days remain before the last day of this school year, May 20th. And only seven of those days will be school days. And two of those seven days will be spent taking final exams. So I really only have five days of school left. And look, I added a nice little countdown thingy on the sidepanel. Cool, eh?
Okay, I promised long ago that I’d never use any JavaScript, but it’s just that one little thing…and it’s temporary, for in only nine days…I will be free!
End of School Poem
A month left, and the projects came,
Left undone, until the flames
Descended upon me,
And I was burnt, but not broken,
Tired, but not dead.
The projects are over, but homework returns,
And all the busy work…how it burns!
The flames cometh again.
But I am alive, and only singed,
I triumph once more.
Why isn’t it over now?
Why must time pass slowly?
Just get it over with.
But alas!
My cries are in vain.
I can only write this stuff late at night when I’m too tired to think about the real meaning. If that poem sucked, I am not to blame. Blame Blocko the Donkey and friends, or something.
I guess now is the time when I write about everything that has happened in the last two weeks and why I haven’t blogged in such a long time. The poem should explain my long absence, so here’s the scoop:
All this time, I’ve continued to work with Trapani. (The Mr. has been omitted for quicker typing.) Sometimes I wonder if people really want me to do what I’ve been doing. I mean, I did kind of insert myself into his class, thus pushing aside other prominent webmasterly people like Eric Kearns, the former webmaster for the school website. He really seems like an okay kid, slightly weird, but not bad. Yet he also seems to hate me for usurping his position, though this seems strange since he really didn’t like being webmaster anyway. But the fact that he is somewhat hostile to me remains, and it has spread to the rest of the web development class, all except Joe DiMarco, who knew me before I got involved with Trapani.
Joe is nice enough to keep me updated on what is going on in web development, and it seems that now everything happens because “Brett said”. Now I don’t mind sharing my advice and ideas with Trapani, but if he tells them that I was the one who suggested certain things, then I am blamed if it goes wrong or if they decide they don’t like it. I suppose I should just take responsibility for my ideas, but that’s not an easy thing to do.
Luckily for me, the two network people Trapani has running his network currently are seniors, so they don’t really care that I’m coming in to take over. They’re just really quiet. I don’t think I’ve said more than ten words to either of them. When we were discussing how I was going to somehow learn how to run the network in three days (seniors are gone after Wednesday), Trapani suggested that we talk about it, about what I needed to know and so on. Brian just wanted to write up a document with all the information I need, which he did. And though we were supposed to be talking about stuff and “bonding”, we ended up just silently going about our business.
And Trapani wants to know: am I ready to take over next year? Right now, no, but I’ve got an entire summer to get things running the way I want them to. This amounts to about two months, if I take out vacations and such. Amazingly, Brian actually suggested that I delete everything off of the server and start anew, doing things the way I want to. This is exactly what I want to do, not just because I’m a Red Hat person with a deep hatred for Debian (our current Linux distribution), but because I can’t learn anything without starting from scratch.
A final haiku for your enjoyment:
May your head be large,
May your head be square and thick –
Like a purple fig.
Adapted from Ross Young’s Purple Fig