I thought I'd try to lay out my learning for the next 3.5 years.
Semester I: (Right now)
Computer Science 15 (Intro to Java)
Econ 11 (Econ is fun for everyone!)
Computing in Brains and Computers
Math 18 (Calc III for feeble folk)
Computer Science 16 (More Java)
I actually don't need this course at all, but none of the other courses that I need to take are offered in the spring.
Econ 1130 (Microeconomics, with numbers!)
APMA 1650 (Probability: Please, please, please offer it!)
Econometrics is one of my required courses, and it either requires APMA1650 as a prerequisite, or Math1620, which has its own prerequisite child. I'd rather take it in one semester in a more hardcore-looking department, thanks.
Update: It's offered! Yayyyyyyyyyyy. Me gusta la probabilidad. Es muy interesante, y espero que sea tanto facil como AP Stat.
Math 54 (Linear Algebra for the not-as-feeble.)
APMA 35 (Elephants, interest, half-lives, oh boy!)
Econ 1210 (Intermediate Macro. After this, I can take interesting courses!)
APMA 1660: More statistics?
APMA 36 (More elephants. Maybe even snails.)
[And thence I give up, because then I can take all the interesting-sounding classes (and know more about what they mean and their relevance to what I want to do). I'll probably also start picking classes by professor, too.]
Big list of electives:
1. Intro to Hebrew
2. Intro to Czech [I have terrible, horrible reasons for wanting to take this and (1).]
3. Intro to Sanskrit
4. Oh yeah...Chinese for weenies.
5. Musical Theater: Songwriting! (imagine the songs I'd write. You betcha that there will be chem jokes and a passage in latin. Maybe even a passacaglia if I can manage it.)
6. Intro to Linguistics (and if I take more programming classes, I can take Computational Linguistics. teehee.)
7. APMA 1200 - Operations Research: Probabilistic Models. This is really interesting to me because my mother has tried to qualitatively teach this to me for years. I assume that when I take this course, I will be able to load the dishwasher and pack suitcases as well as she does. I might even be able to fit things in the refrigerator.
8. Persuasive Communication (TSDA0220): You can't sign up for this course. You have to persuade the instructor. (j/k)
1. Implement a "Take 5 (4?), Score avg of 3.5 (4?), Get rest free" program.
To decrease senior AP attrition.
To increase senior AP-taking (maybe some kid will self-study micro/macro! omg!)
To encourage performance and participation in AP program.
2. Give students email@example.com emails
To give students a professional email address, a leg up in job and college applications.
To make students' emails easily identifiable to teachers
To increase communications in clubs, directly increasing activity and participation
3. Increase communication in senior internship program:
a. Set mandatory reply date for directors
To guarantee communication between director and student
To give ample time for student and site to communicate, thereby forging tighter relationships between Amity and business partners
To give students who have not been placed by the reply date time to initiate their own internship search
b. Make stronger recommendation that students take the initiative to find their own internship
To lessen load on directors, who work oh-so-hard already
To encourage students to develop skills in networking and self-promotion
4. Create a package of "How it's done" checklists (i.e. fundraiser, facility-use forms)
To increase clubs' activity by giving procedures for creating events (If club leadership knows the procedure for doing things, they're more likely to follow through)
These packets may be distributed at a special activity session (2nd/4th week advisory period) for leaders who plan to have tables at club day.
5. Provide opt-in extra-curricular JAVA training
To make Amity students more competitive in job and college searches
To supplement traditional "1997" tech-competencies (because those don't teach us much)
To increase participation in AP CompSci exam and CompSci olympiads
Throwing jewels over seas
Cradling the son of Joseph
In her arms, arms, arms
Driving by, side-by-side
Diving diving to the bayou
Deriving by, in his eye,
Induce'd by a vixel.
High voltage kind of girl
Throwing Joules over C's (coulombs)
Cradling the son of Joseph (Josephson's constant)
In her arms, arms, arms. (V=IR)
Driving (potential difference drives electrons) by, side-by-side (connect voltmeters in parallel
Diving diving to the bayou (<--this line has no meaning)
Deriving by, in SI
Induce'd by a vixel (voltage drop across an inductor = V_L=IX_L. But if you think of a vixen crossed with a pixel, i.e. porn, then yes, it does take away the ability of some men to do work.)
Shoelaces! Everything you never knew about them.
People didn't like this "chord board" because they were too accustomed to typewriters. But I'm a layperson, and I can imagine myself getting really fast at this relatively quickly! It's also a helpful little form of sign language. You could communicate so much more in a wave--01010 01011!! (or not.)
If I had one of these, I could type and eat a sandwich at the same time! I could tap out emails with binary precision without setting down a popsicle; I could express wonder and amazement while scratching my head.
One possible improvement would be to add a mouse module to the same hand.
More things to do:
1. Grow shoulders. Obviously, the form of push-ups that I can do don't involve them.
2. Read a lot of books.
3. Er, learn orchestra music!
|O Fortuna (Chorus)||English Translation|
RIP Sal and Francis. O, Fortuna, indeed.
1. Cell biology--fine. Review photosynthesis and that RNA/DNA/protein stuff.
2. Genetics--passable. Figure out double punnett squares, how to use probability rules, codom/multi-alleles.
4. Ecology--barely passable. Learn various tree-hugging ways of surveying (line/belt transect), popular bug killers, definitions of organizational levels, and nitrogen cycle.
5. Biosystematics--fine. Annelids have chaetae, or little hairs that let them move.
6. Animals and Plants: HOPELESS. Henle, to me, is still a publisher.
Plot, because the story itself is really unclear:
There are two people. They'd just done an applied math marathon contest (yeah rly), which was something about analysing stocks. (This contest exists. It's really scary.)
Now, somehow, they're trapped in the Nasdaq marketsite with a bomb. Maybe some assasin guy strapped it on them during the awards ceremony--be imaginative. Think to the Digital Fortress scene where they're near that giant silicon phallus computer, where stuff's about to explode.
Res: Circular room. LEDs everywhere, plexiglass, NASDAQ floor. Hours ago, numbers had been playthings, little symbols to be modeled, little tricks of the examiner to elicit some eloquent, 20-page response.
Now, only silence, save for the bomb's ticking. Ominously, more numbers glow red, the same color as the bomb's timer--if fourteen hours for analysis on a solvable problem were short, then three hundred seconds? The numbers ticked down.
Two hundred ninety-nine seconds to disable the bomb. No clues, save one note, a five-dollar bill with a scribble:
"Let us trust in the bear?" he muttered. His eyes opened wide enough with the statement to give--and command--attention, but all else was still.
She turned her torso slightly, then shifted entirely, flipping onto her stomach. [[Insert some typical Dan Brown-ish remark about how the female protag is not only smart but also well-toned, bronzed, etc. Except here, the female is an antihero, and is sort of flabby and dressed in awkward formal-wear. Haha.]]
A blink and a grimace. "Mozambique. And your twittering."
All around them, the numbers waned and ebbed, yet the red timer's numbers went inexorably down.
Had they plugged the timer's numbers into the algorithm they'd developed hours ago, their neat data would have been plagued by an inextinguishable rogue point. The market moved periodically. Not linearly with a negative slope of 1 (second/second).
Empty speech, yet she smiled at it. "Two hundred and eighty-nine seconds. 17. Take one down, cut it in half, 12." Sitting up once more, she turned to see the reaction, if any.
His head tilted, but no words were exchanged. Trapped in plexiglass, it was inaction to the paralyzed; it was uncertain end to the exhausted.
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Turn your attention to the Asian--Female boxes. Way to tell the world that solitary asian girl's SAT score, New Canaan! You go, New Canaan!