Okay, okay! So I should be studying for my computer exam, and using real Java doesn’t really help me at all with that. Imagine some sort of smug shifty smilie here.

Anyway, I’m looking for a Java library that has a simple String manipulation method, so I go to Google. I find a person asking on a forum for the exact same thing I’m looking for. They get pointed to the Javadocs.

Yes, obviously the first place to go. But the original poster replied and said they didn’t understand the Javadocs. And I remembered… yes… there was a time the Javadocs went over my head too. The Javadocs are pretty shitty for beginners. For one, they look soooo booooring! Which doesn’t at all say anything about the content, but somehow, that just adds to their… their… intimidation-ness.

I understand the Javadocs now, for the most part. Unfortunately, the link provided by the poster didn’t at all help to solve the original poster’s question, since String doesn’t actually provide such a method.

I know how it is, having a forum. People ask the same simple questions over and over. Anyone who has run a help forum will inevitably get tired of typing out the same response and just leave a link to the search page or some other generic help page. I get it.

And then, when the original poster replies and says they don’t understand the previous reply or it wasn’t what they wanted, the other posters start talking about arrays and delimiters and buffers!

I mean, Christ! *I* don’t even know what a buffer is. I know it comes up when I want to stream videos and it’s really annoying and I think you can like buff your car to make it shiny… but if ***I*** don’t get what this is, how is some high school kid who is just starting with Java going to understand!?!

And then — and then! The other posters go on to critique their teacher’s code and tell them everything that is wrong with it.

Okay. Ooookay. I don’t remember what my high school teachers’ code looked like, because I couldn’t tell good from bad then. But I sure as hell know my university teachers do some real dumbass things in their codes. But for good reason! People are learning from this code. They aren’t learning best practices, they are learning the basics. The example code isn’t going to cover every special case, because that would unnecessarily complicate it. It isn’t going to use variable++ because that would be confusing. Sure, it’s a lot handier than variable = variable + 1, but the long way is easier to understand, considering it looks more like variable = x + y, which they probably are going to use anyway, then why complicate things?

Why are people such assholes? It’s really not that hard to give someone an import statement and an example of a method call. That’s all they needed.

And then, suddenly, it all made sense: I was on a Mac fansite. (Ba dum cssh!)

But really. No offense, Mac-ers, but uh, I really hope it’s just you guys that are assholes and it’s not everybody, because I don’t think I could handle that.

“And that rule is… respect” he says, and all the kids go “huh?” because that’s not a rule. That’s a noun. Well, sometimes a verb. But, just, respect? All the time? Respect? How do you respect? You can’t just stand there and emit respect: “what are you doing?” “I’m respecting!”.

But then he goes on to say “respect your peers, respect your teacher, and respect yourself” and all the kids go “laaame, that’s three rules, bucko”.

Well, it’s in that way that I have only one belief about the way computers should work; my mom should be able to use it.

Sounds pretty simple, right? But of course, that comes with all kinds of caveats and legal mumbo jumbo like:

1. It should not break.
2. It should be predictable.
3. It should not use technical terms.
4. It should not assume.
5. It should be efficient.
   1. It should not take a long time to load.
   2. It should remember the user’s input.
6. It should be secure.
7. …

And so on and so on, and somehow, all of these things fit under the umbrella of “my mom can use it”.

I’ve discovered, over the past sometime — not necessarily due to university, moreso what I do on my own — what I like to do with computers. I like data. I like analyzing data, aggregating it. If I make you a program where you input stuff, I’m going to want to count it up and give you totals and averages and standard deviations. I’m also going to want to standardize it so that you don’t have some phone numbers that use brackets and others that use dashes, they are all going to look the same (I’m actually partial to (123) 456-7890 for display purposes, but 123-456-7890 has grown on me, if only because it’s easy to separate the strings).

More importantly though, is that any programs I make should be easy to use. If I can automatically do anything instead of having you enter it, that’s great, because, let’s face it, the user sucks at entering stuff (and entering it correctly). I’m also super pissed nowadays when I try to click on the text beside a checkbox or radio button and it doesn’t select it. I never used to be, but now that I know what a <label> is, I expect everyone to use it. Clicking in a little tiny box is hard work, people.

One of the things that has contributed to this is using Linux. Linux is great; it’s nice to be able to go in and use the terminal or see a program’s source code and figure out what’s going on. The flaw with Linux though is that you shouldn’t have to. Using the terminal makes me feel smart, but if there’s a GUI that does the same thing, I’m going to use it. Unfortunately, there sometimes isn’t a GUI alternative, and that’s no good. Regular people will not touch the terminal with a twenty lightyear pole. Regular people want their… they want their… they want their G-U-Is. *I* want my GUIs. Just as a programmer, if I can do something to make the user’s job easier, I’ll do it. As a user, I want to programmer to think that way and do it for me.

So accessibility. Accessibility and data are what I’m about. Pretty boring sounding things, but I’m a pretty boring sounding person.

Today’s tutorial was on installing the JDK and JRE and IDE and all those crazy acronyms for Java. So pretty boring.

It kind of sucks, changing IDEs every year. In Grade 10 it was Visual Basic, so it was basically a totally separate course. Then in grade 11 it was Ready to Program Java, which wasn’t even real Java. Grade 12 was Eclipse, and now they want me to switch again and use JCreator.

And you know, I would. It looks basically the same as Eclipse. Pretty straightforward.

But guess what? No workie on Linux. Big surprise there.

Now, maybe I’m just a complete moron, but the guy was going on about how if you’re going to use Eclipse or some other IDE, you should come in early and try it in JCreator before handing it in to make sure it works.

Umm… hello? This is Java. It’s a .java file. A .java file will do the same thing whether it’s in Eclipse or JCreator or Dr. Java or anything. That’s what Java’s about, being cross-platform and portable and all that, right? Like, if I make a JPEG file on Photoshop and have to hand it in to someone who only uses Microsoft Paint, I don’t need to test it in Paint first. It just works. Now, of course, I couldn’t hand in a .psd file to someone using Paint, and that’s understandable. But .java files are universal. Right? …right?!

Anyway, we had a lot of time left at the end of class, so the guy says he’s going to show us a video on cheating from “Mystery Science Theatre 3000″ and I’m like “hellll yeah!”. Funnily enough, I’d seen the original non-MSTK version of it before. But yeah, that’s pretty awesome, watching MSTK in university. During class. In a lecture hall. On a big screen. On YouTube. Sweet.

I hurried on down to the cafeteria to get dinner before they closed. As I was waiting in line, I heard two guys behind me talking about a tutorial and about how one of them was “asleep for the first ten minutes” and that they “just watched videos”. And I was like “hmm! Sounds familiar!”. And then when they said how there were quite a few girls in the class, I was like “bingo. ComSci students”.

I get that that last part was a joke, and I have no problem with that. And they way they said “what are you doing here?” was more just a surprised comment than a “you shouldn’t be here” comment.

But still, I was like, whoa. Sexist, much?

And then I realized… that’s exactly what *I* thought at my first ComSci class. If I’m standing outside of the math or computer lecture hall and there’s a girl there, my immediate reaction is “uh oh… is this the right class?”. And god forbid she be a pretty girl. “Oh shit, what time is it? This class does start at 12, right? Maybe she’s waiting for another class. Is this even the right room number? Where’s my schedule?”

I can’t blame them though, I’m not gonna be a hypocrite. Facts are facts, there’s no disputing that girls and computers normally do not mix. And pretty girls and computers? Is that even possible? Those two dudes speak the truth, even if it’s not politically correct.

And you know? I look at these other girls in my math and computer classes and I wonder why they’re here. Do they really like computers? Or do they just like making MySpace layouts?

But it’s not just the girls. I can’t seriously believe that these 100 or so guys taking computer science enjoy doing this too. They like downloading MP3s on LimeWire and playing WoW. Do they really want to be in computer science, or did they just think this was going to be a fun and easy major?

One of the kids asked if we’d learn any hacking in computer science. The answer was obviously no. And I mean, seriously. Even if they did offer classes in hacking, that’s just not cool. You don’t learn hacking like that.

Learning to hack is like learning to be a ninja. They cant’t teach you that in school.

And what’s with everybody “r we gunna be learning c++? i wanna lern c++! lets do c++!”. I remember in high school someone asked me what programming languages I knew.

Now, I’ve never actually used C++ (or C or C# or…) myself. I think I tried to get it to work in Eclipse once, but gave up. But when I hear C++, I always think of this little quote:

C++ is like teenage sex:

• It’s on everyone’s mind all the time.
• Everyone talks about it all the time.
• Everyone thinks everyone else is doing it.
• Almost no one is really doing it.
• The few who are doing it are
  • doing it poorly;
  • sure it will be better next time;
  • not practicing it safely.

Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I’m trying to come up with a story that I can tell when people ask me if I’m taking computer science and I’ll be like “pshaw, like, no way”. Because being one of like two or three girls in a class is cool, but one of ten is not the same. I’m not special much.

Also, I want to be an astronaut.

Because seriously:

Like seriously. What is cooler than being an astronaut? Nothing. You just can’t top it.

My dad was talking about getting me an iPod, which is pretty awesome. But then I looked up iPods and thought, well, first of all, that the Apple site sucks: “Which iPod are you? Are you the 1 GB one or the 80 GB one? Are you the 2″ screen or the 3″ screen? Are you $199 or $249?”

Why do you have four different types of iPods? It’s not called the “iPod shuffle” because it’s 1 GB. It’s not called the “iPod touch” because it has a 3″ screen. It’s called shuffle because, presumably, it shuffles. But the Apple site doesn’t tell me this. It just gives me the numbers. Which are nice to have. But I also want to know what FEATURES make the damn thing different from the iPod classic!

And I got to thinking, you know? There’s not going to be one iPod that’s right for me. I have 10 GB of music. So, obviously, I should get the $399 16 GB iPod touch. But why the fuck would I do that when I could get a 80 GB iPod classic for only $249?

The so-called “features” of each iPod are incredibly lame. “I’m tiny and I don’t have a screen!” “I’m tiny and I have a screen!” “I’m huge and I have a screen………. that you can TOUCH!”

I don’t want an iPod. I want an MP3 player that will hold at least 10 GB and plays MP3s. I want it to have a screen to tell me what’s playing, a play and pause and next and back and shuffle button. That’s fucking all.

I don’t need video, I don’t need photo, and I don’t need no stinkin’ web browsing. I just want a music player. One that does what *I* want it to do.

And how do you get something to do what you want it to do?

You make it yourself.

“What, you mean, Google ‘how to make an mp3 player’? Come on now, Jenny. No one will have a site like that!”

Surprisingly, there are quite a few sites like that. I found one on (shudder) Digg, where the comments basically consisted of people calling it ghetto.

Excuse me? Wasn’t Digg supposed to be the all techy news community? I thought this thing was fucking awesome. “What’s that circuit board with wires hanging out of it you’re holding?” “Oh, it’s an MP3 player… that I built myself.”

How is that not cool?

I did a bit more reading about these various DIY mp3 players, and as long as there’s one of them that lets me modify the coding for it, then I’m fine with that. That’s all I want. Unfortunately, more reading tells me that this is an “advanced project” for someone who’s been soldering for years. Well, I’ve soldered about two or three times two years ago… does that count?

So then — this is where I finally start thinking about that other thing that I mentioned that I didn’t want to think about — I think, “well, why can’t I take some more engineering courses in university as electives?”.

Oh yeah. Because Brock doesn’t have computer engineering.

Why did I pick Brock? Because it was the only school around here that would accept me into the CS program without taking the advanced calculus (or science) course.

That makes me feel real good about the quality of education I’m going to get.

What was the other reason? Oh yeah, it was cheap. And I get to do co-op.

I don’t really want to do co-op. I’m just doing it to pay for university. I’d rather be at school all year ’round, in class, doing useless assignments rather than working. I’m hoping I get to work at some place that is actually fun to work at and where I’ll actually be programming and not really feeling like I’m doing any work, but I’m fairly certain that ain’t gonna happen.

I’m just feeling less and less sure about choosing Brock lately. I’ve always known it’s had a reputation as the “stupid” school, and with that comes the partiers and all that kind of stuff I’m not too fond of.

How many Brock students does it take to change a light bulb?
Seven. One to change the bulb and six to throw a party because he didn’t screw it in upside down this time.

I’m even more grateful now that I don’t have a double room after seeing this wall post on the Facebook group for my residence:

msg me if yo are a rommate i’m sorry im hammreed.

Yearbook class is slacking class. Nobody does much of anything anymore. Well, no one did much of anything in the first place, but even less so now that school is almost over. Yesterday, Ryan was explaining 1337 speak to our teacher, who then said he was going to write the exam entirely in 1337 speak. Someone remarked that probably 80% of our class would still be able to understand it. Pretty good estimate, if you aren’t counting the people who won’t bother to show up for the exam (I, sadly, am in the majority here).

Anyway, what I mean to say is, we’re a big bunch of nerds. Nerds like to game, and in these days of high technology, gaming is portable, and what better to do in Yearbook class than game? There are usually four or so kids sitting around the table, playing and battling and yelling “zeta slow!”. I started to feel left out with all these people around me playing their Nintendo DS’s, so I did something about it. I brought my GameBoy Color.

I never did manage to catch ‘em all on “Pokemon Crystal”, so now I’m determined to do just that (104 and counting! Yesss!). It’s become such a part of me that now, not only am I playing during study halls and during lunch and during Yearbook (I never realized how much wasted time there is at school), but I come home and start playing again! It was supposed to just be something to do when there is nothing to do, but now I’m doing it for fun!

And when I’m not playing, I’m on Bulbapedia, trying to figure out which Pokemon I should use as my six and which moves I should teach them and where to find all those items I never picked up.

It’s also been surprising educational. I’m terrible with wikis; I’ve fallen into the trap of Wikipedia and Lostpedia many a time, so obviously I wasn’t immune to this one. Turns out MissingNo. was real, and turns out there actually were glitches that would allow you to catch Mew! And it turns out that many of those “go here, talk to this person 99 times, then walk here, then press this…” stories I used to read about actually were true. I always thought those long processes were ridiculous, because why would they make you do all those crazy things to get a Pokemon/item/whatever? I didn’t know anything about programming (and apparently still don’t know anything about programming glitches), so none of that seemed reasonable.

But now, reading about how the Old Man trick works, I can see the logic in it. Another neat programming thing I read was about how Pokemon retain their “shininess” or alternate colouring when traded back and forth between the old Red/Blue/Yellow version and the newer Gold/Silver/Crystal versions, when RBY didn’t have this feature. A Pokemon is shiny if its stats (attack, defense, etc) match a certain number. So basically:

if(speed = 10 && defense == 10 && special == 10 && attack == 10)
     shiny = true;

I thought that was pretty cool. I’d much rather be playing Pokemon right now, but I will finish this post and will work on my Creative Writing poem.

Which brings me to my next topic: Creative Writing. Ahhh. So, remember the old poem analysis assignment on a poem and author that turn up no results in Google? As suspected, I did do the assignment on my own, but that was no big deal.

What was a big deal was the day after that post, I approached the teacher for help. I explained my situation (there’s nothing on the poem, there’s multiple people who could have written it) and asked if she had any information on the poem or author or knew what I could do. So what did she tell me? “Just look deeper and you’ll find it”.

Translation: “I don’t know either”. If you don’t know something, just admit it. Seriously!

Luckily, her lack of knowledge on the subject she’s teaching came in handy for me. There were two people who may have written the poem, one was a translator, the other a comic book writer. It was probably the translator. But on a whim, I decided it was the comic book writer. That’s a much more exciting profession, don’t you think? It also makes for a much more interesting analysis.

This poem, like I said, was very short, very non-specific. “Poetry is all about your interpretation”, the teacher had said, so I went and took this as far as I possibly could. This poem, which talks about birds and trees and wind and poems, I spun around into an extended metaphor, comparing writing a poem to creating a superhero. “Lighter than air” the poem read. I read this as “faster than a speeding bullet!” (hey, they both use “than”!). There were two lines that were nearly identical, talking about a bird, then a tree, and then the third line changed it up and talked about a poem. I took this to mean “it’s a bird, it’s a plane… it’s Superman!”.

All this, I stood in front of the class today and said with a straight face.

And the best part? She accepted it! And possibly even — dare I say? — believed it. When I was done, she asked me a question about the author’s background, and I summarized the opening paragraph of his page on Wikipedia, which was all the research I did when I learned there was nothing more to learn. That seemed to be enough. She asked what I learned from the poem and I just restated the bit about it being an extended metaphor in different words. “Well, comic books are seen as like, not very… mature… and poems are more, like… deep and stuff…” I said. Deep… and stuff. Very concise, Jenny.

Whenever I want to make a program but don’t know where to start, I’ll have a shower and think about it. Unfortunately, once I return to the computer, I realize I’d forgotten to think about it.

However, with my new invention, you can program all you want while in the shower!

Okay, okay, so you can’t actually compile and run the program, because installing something like that would introduce some safety issues. However, you can do it the old fashioned way — on paper! Well, technically, on the shower walls, which will act as this thing I’ve heard of called “paper”. You will have this tool called a “marker” — which come in many different colours, so you can have colour-coded syntax! — and you can “write” with it, which is somewhat like typing.

Personally, I’m not the greatest at visualizing code in my mind, but actually being able to see it in front of me would be awesome. And then, when you’re done, you just wash it off with plain old water from the shower!

Of course, there’s the old saying “to do two things at once is to do neither”. By this logic, my product would result in some faulty programming and some unclean people. But this defines most programmers in the first place, so I don’t see a problem with it.

Off to the patent office now…

To find your birth mates, you take the letters of your birth date and split them up into single numbers, so I would have 1-2-3-1-8-9 for December 31, 1989 (not including the 19 in 1989, however). So, when you add those numbers up, you get 24: my “life path” number. Anyone else whose numbers add up to this will have the same “life path”, and will supposedly often have similar life experiences as me.

I was given a short list of people who share my “life path”: Andy Warhol, Ashton Kutcher, Hugh Grant, Jerry Seinfeld, Jesse James, John F. Kennedy, Julia Roberts, and Natalie Portman, among others. And while there are some big names there, I didn’t feel there was anyone I particularly liked, meaning no musicians. And I understand such obscure, insignificant people as David Lee Roth won’t be on their list (sorry Dave, it was sarcasm, I swear), so I’ll have to go searching for my musician mates.

But sigh, how tedious! Going to everyone’s Wikipedia and calculating their numbers? Why can’t I just have a big list of birthdays and then see everyone who has that birthday, rather than checking several people who will mostly not match my numbers? Well, because they don’t give me one, that’s why.

But ah, I am a programmer! A challenge? I’ll take it!

And so I did. It was quite simple, actually, except for a little substring(0) which should have been substring (0, 1) silliness. Anyway, I am the proud owner of over 1681 other potential birth mates.

In my quest to perfect my program, and therefore to make sure non-existent February 29ths didn’t show up, I learned a bit about leap years. Sure, everyone knows we have a leap year every four years, but who knew that it wasn’t even 100 years, but only every 100 years that are divisible by 400?

Therefore, as we have all experienced (assuming my readership is mostly over eight years old — fuck, has it been that long already? (I apologize to the under eight year olds for my use if profanity, if you are, in fact, here)), 2000 was a leap year. But, 1900, as some of you very older folks might have experienced, was not.

So this got me to thinking — we all had an extra day, whereas most people passing the millennium mark don’t.

Which means, even though there probably weren’t any people living that long around the 1900 year mark, our old people are older than past old people were and future old people will be (at least until the next 400 mark).

Does this make any sense?

A person born on January 1, 2000 at 12:00 AM and died on January 1, 2100 at 12:00 AM will have been exactly 100 years old on the date of their death, and would have seen 25 February 29ths. A person born on January 1, 2100 at 12:00 AM and died on January 1, 2200 at 12:00 AM would also be exactly 100 years old on the date of their death, but would have only seen 24 February 29ths.

So although we consider these two people to have been the same age at their death, the first person is actually older by a day!

What an epiphany!

Update: And thanks to my genius programming skillz, I have also found that my birth mates include at least three of my friends on Facebook who I don’t think are very similar, John Deacon (Queen), Paul Rodgers (Free), John Fogerty (CCR), Allen Collins (Lynyrd Skynrd), Gilby Clarke (Guns ‘N Roses), Phil Rudd (AC/DC), Marky Ramone (Ramones), Cass Elliot (Mamas and Papas), Freddie Mercury (come on!), and… Pete Townshend! Pretty sweet.

Also the guy that invented the Internet!

Oh yeah, and Flavor Flav.

And Paula Abdul.

But the actual issue I chose to write about today was programming, for that’s what I’ve been spending most of my time doing lately. I’m writing the code for a Battleship program for my com sci course (I love how cool I sound when I say that… com sci), and now I’m past the “where the hell do I start?” stage, so it’s actually fun.

The issue I want to write about, however, is variables. A dilemma I often face, and I’m sure many other programmers do as well, is naming variables. On one hand, I want them to make sense. I want to be able to look at this program in a few months and still know what the hell I was trying to do. And although no other programmers are really looking at my code, this is often cited as a reason for proper variable names, so I feel like saying that as well.

But on the other hand, sometimes I just feel like being really wild and naming a variable, say… Bill! Or George!

More often than not though, the logical side of me takes over and says, “no, no having fun. You’re programming. You’re getting way too much pleasure from this already, you sick, sick person”.

But if I want to write a program — a real program — how do I go about doing this? I mean, I’m just lost. What language am I writing in? And what… compile? Like, it’s not a web application. That would be so much easier.

But I’ve been thinking, there are a lot of little things I wish I could do, and currently use a bunch of programs to do it. Like sorting my music files. I have a bajillion programs, each one to do one little thing. Why can’t I just write my own program that does all of it? Displaying files and attributes or whatever shouldn’t be all that hard, right?

Learning the language isn’t too hard, that all comes easily for me. I know how to use Google so if I run into problems, I can work it out. Not that hard. But where do I start?

On a completely unrelated topic, my phrase of the week is “is that even a question?”. I’ve found myself asking myself this question several times over the past few days. I like to write about these random phrases I come up with, because then it’s not so lame, because it’s not really an in-joke with myself, it’s an in-joke with the entire internet!

The proper time to use this phrase occurs when someone (sometimes yourself, in my case) poses a question with a ridiculously obvious answer, such as “do you think David Lee Roth is hot?”, to which you then reply, “what? is that even a question?”. Shyeah! And really, Eddie Van Halen is much cuter, but I find that lead singers are just so much easier to, like, objectify, you know? I’m like that with Roger a lot, even though he’s really like my least favourite. It’s easy with him to be all “zomg chest”, you know?

The following exchange occurred between me and Dave today:

Okay, so it was actually a little one-sided. But a little “was that even a question?” could also have gone nicely in there somewhere.

Also, I wanted to note that I find it strange I call David Lee Roth “Dave”. Like, I feel like I can’t call Steven Tyler “Steve”, but I can shorten his name to “Dave”.

Like, Pete Townshend, I wouldn’t usually call him “Peter” because most people call him “Pete” anyway. For Peter Tork, he is known as “Peter Tork”, but I’d still feel comfortable referring to him as “Pete”. Lennon and Entwistle are occasionally Johnny, if I’m in a fangirlish mood. Georgie and Paulie fit in there as well, and Richie sometimes too. Keith may be “Moonie” and Roger may be “Rog”, but Pete would never be “Petey”. Mike Nesmith is usually just “Mike”, “Michael” when I’m angry with him, and “Nez” occasionally. Jim Morrison may be “Jimmy”, but Jimmy Page just isn’t a “Jim”. I quickly adapted the “Sav” moniker for Rick Savage and Vivian Campbell is usually just “Viv”.

So what is it with certain people that I feel I can call them by a nickname or a cutesy name, but others must be referred to by their full name? I suppose because in some of Van Halen’s songs, David is referred to as “Dave”, like on “The Monkees”, Micky will sometimes call Peter “Pete”, so it’s okay for me to do it too. I don’t know if I’ve actually heard Monsieur Tallarico (aka Tyler) referred to as “Steve”, so I can’t actually call him that. Or is it as simple as the name just doesn’t fit the man? I don’t know. Moving on…

In case you couldn’t tell, I’ve been in a Van Halen mood recently. And zomg (my current favourite word), I loved the dancing bit in the “Hot For Teacher” video. BWHAHA. Also, it is going to be tough for me to not purposely be late for class, so I have an excuse to say “I don’t feel tardy”. But really, teachers don’t say “tardy” anymore, so it would kind of just be a waste.

Or the start of a life as a rebel! Oh yes! Fun!

But what REALLY suprised me was Computer Science. The course median was 58%!!!! BLOODY HELL! I mean, really. Honestly. Seriously. Truly. WHAT THE HELL? I could’ve gotten a 58% with my eyes closed, typing with one finger, TAP TAP TAP the entire semester. Well, no, actually. I probably would’ve gotten higher than FIFTY EIGHT FREAKING PERCENT!!! What is WRONG with people!?!?

I came into that course like a week late and had NO experience in Java WHATSOEVER. I mean, okay, I admit, it took me a little while to figure out that it was “c.println” with an L and not “c.print1n” with a one. BUT NOT THE WHOLE SEMESTER!!!

Seriously.

Well, I suppose people may have just been playing games. And you know, that would make more sense. Because people cannot SERIOUSLY be that DENSE!