Needless to say, there’s was little literary analysis done, but the class enjoyed the wireless video stream.
Future me came to get annoyed by overachievers that raised the bar for ‘A’ grades.
When I started university, it was clear that I had much more experience programming than the other students, but I had to do certain introductory classes anyway because there was no way to receive credit for half a decade of self learning. On one assignment my lecturer went looking for things to mark me down on that were outside the scope of the assignment because "it would look suspicious if you got a perfect grade".
Some people are just capable of more than is expected of that class for whatever reason, not because they intend to demoralise everyone else and break the system.
Final project was an inventory system for a company.
Mine was a RDBMS backed system that implemented proper stock control with parent/child SKU handling etc (I went to the library and checked out books on inventory control) and was fully documented (180 pages of documentation) and a full user manual with a FAQ.
I thought that was what professional programmers did...man was I in for a shock when I hit industry.
The respective school catalogs deemed some courses at one school to be equivalent to courses at the other school without really having them reexamined on a regular basis. As a result, one of the courses (Statistics?) that I needed to complete my Associate's degree requirements translated to a much simpler course equivalent at the University.
After the first day of class, the teacher came up to me and asked me, "what the heck are you doing here?" because he could tell from my interactions in class that I was already beyond the material of the course. I explained to him the situation, and he offered to come up with some sort of a challenge exam for which he would just give me full credit for the course. instead, I served as a kind of a de facto T.A. for about half time for the rest of the course.
I can still feel the satisfying click as a floppy was seated home and hear the buzz as the drive spun up. There was something wonderfully concrete about those storage media. You just don't get the same satisfaction at all from plugging in a USB stick. And the hours spent pulling back the metal cover and letting it go while bored in class...
Although I do think they stuck around a little longer than many remember. I was still using 3.5s to bring papers to home and back around 1998-2000.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magneto-optical_drive
I also had a drive for 100MB, Zip disks. Only ever owned one since I couldn't justify the expense. Hardly anyone else had them. What's point of a tech for moving data if you can't use it to share the data with friends and local businesses? ;)
My first USB ‘thumbrive’ was a 16MB IBM-branded unit I received as an amazing gift in December 2001, when the world was still in shock over the 9/11 attacks.
God, the memories...
But like I said, there was just something to the experience of working with diskettes. It felt more analog somehow.
I wonder if there was any such nostalgia for the days of tape/cassette storage.
"Why I'm usually unnerved when modern SSDs die on us"
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=18653728
You don't need moving parts for the drive to go bye-bye without warning.
On floppy disc.
On eight inch floppy disc. (DEC PDP 11/04)
I didn't keep the mark sense cards. I think.