October 4th is a day that was perhaps slightly over-hyped in my world. Part of me had wished for a change starting in the early morning. I had gone to bed, thinking that I could make a difference. I would step up and really let loose a volley of well-constructed phrases that not only explained to the prof of my web components course that despite my respecting him for that PhD title that he holds, I do not agree with his teaching methods.
I wanted to tell him that he was difficult to follow. The fact that he runs to his laptop, to the whiteboard, scribbles some random note, and decides to pass it off as teaching irks me. I want to point all these flaws out to him, but I find myself sitting back and just giving up. While leaning back in my seat, I raise my feet so that my legs are parallel to the ground. Using my arms I push onto the underside of the table behind me, and start stretching my shoulder muscles. I started to stare blankly at the screen and realize, why this was a useless idea. He hadn't listened two minutes ago when my fellow peers tried to explain that there are nonexistent classmates on their team list.
This is what perhaps causes the biggest pain for me, as I find that I do not seem to get the motivation to make something of my education when the educator doesn't seem to give me the support I'm looking for. Strike 1. I'm feeling that this is becoming a write-off day.
The high point of the day must be Chevy's demonstration at Yonge Dundas Square. Having the chance to parallel park the Chevy Orlando, and test drive the much hyped Chevy Volt, I feel that I can only shake my head at the thought of new cars. Most new cars have New Car Syndrome. The steering racks are all now electric-assisted power steering. There is no feel to the front wheels. It's like turning a very loose circle, with no feel of how much force is fighting back from the road. That's before I get to the windows. New cars have large windows up front and ever shrinking windows till you reach the back, where you're lucky if the designer didn't decide to put a spoiler in the middle of your rear window, cutting down the already small window to something even smaller. I should get used to looking out of a porthole, because that's what rear windows will look like in the future.
Then came the news from Cupertino. For months, I had been preaching of the arrival of the iPhone 5. I spoke of a larger screen, an 8MP camera, the A5 processor, faster speeds, a replacement touch button instead of the home button, and a slimmer design. The A5 processor, 8MP camera and higher speed came into fruition by means of Moore's Law, but the rest was all gone. Not only was there no iPhone 5, but there was an iPhone 4S. It was lackluster. It was boring, it was stupid, and it seemed recycled. Apple had spent extra time to push this out, totally trumped our expectations of a summer launch just so they can have a presentation for a machine that clearly was sub-par by Apple's standards.
Perhaps graphics will be a change. Maybe I can ask a question that can solve my problems. I could finally solve my headache from last night. Perhaps I was wrong. Not only was it difficult to present my problem when there was nothing to explain my situation, I also couldn't get any pointers to solving the problem. This was too much to handle.
I'm dubbing this disappointment day. It's not so bad that it'd be considered a bad day. However, it's so difficult to comprehend how so many things can just fall short of expectation on the same day. October 4th : Disappointment Day.....*sigh*
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