Note: this is a long and personal post. Feel free to skip it.
Listening to Games people play, by Alan Parson's Project. On repeat. Feeling nostalgic. Some people know about what the song represents to me. For the others, let me quote another song:
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Last week everything went, in a way, wrong. I failed my last exam, the damned Differential equations (fmi sudents will probably shiver just by hearing the name). It was kinda fun to take the exam with the 3rd year students I was teaching Asp.net one month before. But I've failed it. And this means I won't be finishing university. Not this year anyway.
Other personal problems appeared. Too personal to write about them here.
And then I had to decide what I'll do next. I was lost. And I had to decide.
A while ago, 2 years to be precise, I decided I wanted to teach at the University. Teachers liked me, the doors were open, everything was fine. I wanted to specialize in databases. My skills also qualified me to teach a lot of other things. However, I realised that staying there will be a failure. More about this in a dedicated post to come.
Last week I had to make what was probably the hardest decision for me I had to take. I quit 417. And joined the large group of 8 hours, 5 days a week working men and women.
I started working at the faculty almoust 4 years ago. I still remember going to room 28, timid, and meeting Radu and Cezar. Pulling out my pack of Assos and seeing Cezar smoked the same cigarettes. And bonding with him because of Assos.
I remember cabling the entire math faculty, laying out kilometers of ethernet cables. Spending hours over hours in 413, the junkyard, building Pentium 1 desktops for teachers from mountains of old parts.
