Four finals in forty-eight hours. The first one is finished and probably failed. Fuck it! Maybe I'll get a few points for creative storytelling: "Once upon a time there was a matrix M, he was a translation matrix, or, no, a rotation matrix, or...ehrm, he was a 4 x 4 matrix, or, maybe 3 x 3, or, an n x n-matrix..."
OK, I will probably not fail the course completely, because there was this math question, that had absolutely nothing to do with computer graphics, and hence was solvable. But the rest sounded like C to me.
OK, I will probably not fail the course completely, because there was this math question, that had absolutely nothing to do with computer graphics, and hence was solvable. But the rest sounded like C to me.
Tomorrow I have two finals, one in the cursed AI course. It contains logic and reasoning. You might be misled to believe that I should master this subject since I'm not completely brain dead. However, the sentence
¬ brainDead(Me) ⇒ goodAtArtificialIntelligence(Me)
is NOT valid.
Ah, the best thing with advancing within the academia is that it opens up a world of nerdy inside jokes. Like: curiosity killed Schroedinger's cat. Your moma is so fat, that when I put her in an array, I get index out of bounds exception. Or: how does a physicist wage bargain? Saying: "Who cares about a factor 2, it's the same order of magnitude."
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