Sweet Avenue
The Netcast is dead. It’s just not worth the effort anymore. Radio is a swimming pool, and I am the lifeguard who just got the job to work on his summer tan. Sweet Avenue will be online every Tuesday at 6pm PST—eastsiders rejoice.
I have not been studying for finals very much. I’m a little scared about my grade in CS. Adleman is what you would call a stream-of-consciousness lecturer, which is wonderful when you’re listening to lectures but hard to digest when you’re writing an exam. Math is also scary, probably because most people who enroll for six classes end up dropping one.
Spelling out my schedule for next semester is harder than spelling bureaucracy. Registration is ridiculously complex. The colleges of USC are countries, and my program is an interdisciplinary border dispute. #