NUT-TY Professors!

And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

So, it has been a pretty busy week with loads of school work and a manuscript due in 5 days - on a topic that is way off my actual work (well, for the moment at least). I spent the whole damn day in front of the puter listening to music and of course typing the manuscript. I still don't know if it was a good idea doing it in the first place.

I wonder why Professors/teachers here are the way they are and expect you to know about things without ever giving a chance to actually learn it. That being said, you can learn it on your own if you have the exposure to it. But to expect someone to know software used to study and better understand control systems in a place where people truly care only about writing codes for "Bank of America" is what I call the height of insanity. And at the end of all that, the prof gave us what was he called intro to MATLAB...so much for the introduction!! I kept wondering the whole time on how a professor must be so a student somehow picks his philosophy and makes it his own.

I bumped on the lyrics of "She's My Kind of Rain" by Tim McGraw and must say its beautiful. Now then, even the cynic of all cynics won't deny that this is the kinda love we all crave for.

She’s my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She’s my kind of rain

She’s the sunset’s shadow
She’s like Rembrandt’s light
She’s the history that’s made at night
She’s my lost companion
She’s my dreamin’ tree
Together in this brief eternity