I had the best and, unfortunately, last Engineering computer lab class yesterday. The dry-witted lecturer introduced us to an interesting function of the MATLAB program we were exploring this semester: Graphical User Interface. As trivial and insignificant as this may sound, we created push buttons. And I had the greatest time doing it. The following are screencaps of the push buttons I had created for your amusement...or bemusement:
My freshly-laminated P license arrived at the house yesterday as well. Next to the push buttons, it was the most beautiful thing my eyes had laid on all day yesterday. I was itching to drive but couldn't as I had some college labor to attend to. Which brings me to today...
I drove. I drove an auto car for the first time all the way back from college. I had initially declined to drive as my parents had yet to adhere the P car sticker on the windscreen but my brother kept insisting and I reluctantly gave in with a heavy heart. (Note: Sarcasm overdose here.) My brother and I soon discovered that in addition to my problem with parking, I now also have a problem with braking. I didn't know how to brake in the right manner and had my brother screaming in my ear whenever I swerved at a junction. And whenever I braked -say, never- everything in the backseat flew and landed on the floor of the car. Undoubtedly, we were both in grave danger but survived to tell the tale.
Another major event -besides my fantastic driving experience- which happened today was the student council elections. The voting polls were opened yesterday and closed this afternoon. The voting count was carried out immediately thereafter and I had the opportunity to witness the party I belong to, KOMRADS, lose and celebrate the defeat graciously with the rest of my comrades. I take my hat off to the party which rightfully won the elections and wish them the very best. The student council campaigning was definitely a worthwhile experience and there is no value to every great and not-so-great thing we have gained from it.
In other news, I might be driving to the airport tomorrow. Passengers: Mother, brother, cousin sister and friend. I feel the pressure. And uncontainable excitement.