Meet the Engineer

I know I mentioned a while ago that at one point in my high school career (read: 3.3/4 years) that I wanted to be an engineer.

Engineering is a bit of a joke in university, and when I was going around on tours to different universities FOR Engineering, I even heard a couple of people joking about how Engineering is the thing to sign up for if you’re good at math and science, but don’t know what you want to do.

For those reading this and shaking their heads, well, for those who don’t know what to do and re average at their school work, they sign up for General Arts.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at English, you go into English.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at art of some kind, they go into the specialty of that Art.

There are other examples that I could use, but I think the point has gotten across.

By the way, I DO know what I want to do at this point, which is WHY I went into Visual Arts. I want to restore art in museums… and recently I found out that there’s a burgeoning job pool for restoring old film.

But back to what I was saying…

My sister has told me over the course of the years that I wanted to be an Engineer that the Engineering department is the butt of a lot of jokes.

It is.

But she has also told me that the Engineers are the real party-ers, and has mentioned over the years that SHE studied to be an engineer that if one looked at the ratio between males to females… well…

There are a lot of guys. I think at one school I heard that last years engineering first years had only 17% female number.

I know a good couple of engineers here, but I don’t see them that often since there’s such a difference between our schedules.

But something else occurred to me recently, as one of my friends was raving about a favourite game of hers.

It’s a bit sexist sounding, but more males play video games than girls, on average.

I’m only saying ON AVERAGE.

I know plant of girls who play video games. I play video games. Now that I’m REALLY thinking on it, most of the people I know are female and play video games.

But back to what I was trying to say.

A friend plays this game, Team Fortress (1 and 2) a lot, and since I’m limited to what I can play by what my friends have while I’m at their home and by what I can find to play that I can play on a computer, I haven’t played this.

But she ‘ships’ a lot of the characters. Look it up, it’s circling the word ‘fandom’ in those-who-know-it’s mind.

So, I looked it up, saw that it looked amusing, and noticed that you could see these little clips for Team Fortress 2 as character introductions.

The ones I’ve heard the most of were Heavy and Medic, but I’ve also heard of Spy and Scout and Soldier too. But I found out about a character that I hadn’t heard of before…

And I don’t know why nobody has mentioned the guy to me yet.

The Engineer…

I freely admit that I’m writing this post right now so that I could show this to Lexy, and I’m writing now that if you (Lexy) don’t watch this short, less than 2 minute long clip, I will be very disappointed in you. Very much so. This made me laugh in ways that made me think, oh god, Lexy would love this, she’d get a real kick out of it, it’s so kind-of cliché but in such a way that it’s also kind of right in some cases…

Brings me back to a different kind of Engineering cliché, where we planned during our Creek Valley Adventure to move a not-log across the little stream-creek part we had such difficulty with, that we were going to make a bridge… just because. (P.S. look up my username on YouTube and see the sped up full version, will all of the film I shot during this Adventure)

I believe I mentioned that “It was [Lexy’s] Engineering instincts acting up”

But this video here made me think about how awesome Engineering actually is, even though it’s from a game, but because it’s cliché because that’s pretty much the mind of an Engineer.

I think it was an engineer who decided so-and-so many years ago that, instead of going around the canyon every time they wanted to get to a point, they would make their own path… a bridge.

Engineers are a rare creature indeed, that they will do an immense amount of work in order to be lazy.

That’s where cars come from.

And as much as I would like to leave this there, with that last line being the punch line, I would like to go further to point out that it was an artist who figured out the whole moving pictures deal, and engineers worked on TOP of that to bring you the television and, later, the computer. Also Video Games. 😀

Both of which are even bigger icons of laziness.

Yay Art.

ERTW (Engineers Rule The World) may be true, but Arts students are the uuber creative Mafia underneath it all.

Grades vs. Prom Dress Shopping

Hey all!

It was fairly recently (as in before I even started the blog) that my school gave out our midterms, something that means that, sometime soon, the school will then be sending out those grades to universities and colleges. That is something that is different than the past 11 years of my schooling, but there was one more thing that was radically different, at least for me;

This time I wasn’t dreading the marks.

This is what I used when Marks were coming in...

There is something that I should point out now, before I tell of my not-so unspectacular marks, and hopefully it will explain a bit as to why I took the courses that I did.  For the past three years I was pretty convinced that I wanted to go into Engineering, architectural or civil, and took courses that would get me into a good university so I could go on and BE an engineer. I did all the sciences, I took all the math’s, I did a lot of looking into the various kind of jobs that I could go into—all that stuff, and it was about 3/5th’s of the way through first semester this year that I realized quite how much I really didn’t want to deal with that.

My schedule went something like, physics, religion (I am not religious, but go to a catholic school), double art, and Advanced functions, and my schedule at the beginning of THIS semester was English, Calculus and Vectors, double art, and chemistry.

It was due to my Physics class paired with the fact that I was doing less than stellar in my math class that made me realize that I was mainly going for engineering because a) Lexy was an engineer, b) it would pay lots of money and would almost guarantee a job, c) I really like buildings, and thought it would be cool to be like “hey, I helped build/design that house/building/structure”, and a great deal of d) I don’t actually know what I want to do, and this seems like a good option.

Physics is a class that I didn’t really have an issue with in grade 11, but I don’t know whether or not it was the teacher this year, or because of the content, but I am absolutely serious in saying that if there is any way to avoid physics, I will. If someone offers me money to redo the class, it would have to be a large sum of money, and it would have to be on the promise to pay me double if I got higher than 70. I may sound violently against this, but that’s because I find it extremely easy to despise a subject that makes me feel like an absolute failure, no matter how much I study for it.

This is an example of Brownstone...isn't it awesome?

I think it may have also been the math in it and for those of you who haven’t realized yet, you kind of really need math (and Physics) to be an engineer.

Like, really, really need it.

So nope, I reevaluated everything, and figured out that no, I just really like old buildings (like Victorian and brownstone buildings), and I think that a majority of the idea of Eng as a career was because I had no clue what else I could do and figured that my sis was doing pretty well as an engineer, so why not?

I don’t know how many people go through their high school career thinking things like this, or maybe going for what seems convenient, but it was not a great feeling, realizing I could have been taking a number of more art-oriented courses.

In a way, I was kind of lucky that I didn’t use any of my spares (my school only allows two spare periods) first semester. Because there was no way that I would be able to get through the day with both Calc. and Chem. in one day. As it is now, I have only English and then after a spare, Art, and then I can go home. Escape! Bwahaha!

Ah! What a wonderful thing that is!

This is a Victorian building... I want to live here!!!!!

But I have pretty much gone almost entirely off track from report cards.

So yeah, report cards come around, and I’m not worried in the least. I did not do well in Math or Physics first semester, and I couldn’t get out of Chemistry until after midterms came out, so that was my lowest mark.

Anyway, including an online mark, my top six marks average up to 83.333… %, so I’m good for the average since it’s only the top six marks that universities look at. So I personally don’t see an issue, except that maybe I could get a couple of marks higher in my online course. However pretty much EVERYONE is cranking down on me to get higher marks, to watch my marks, to make sure that I do my best.

Really, I have two courses this semester, with one online course. Art is something that I could do with my eyes closed, and still get a high mark (I got a 93 in both courses), and English is my favourite subject, and I’m getting an 81 while in Advanced placement. Advanced Placement is exactly what it sounds like, and if your school has an IB program, it’s kind of like that.

I realize that the marks are important, but I really don’t believe that stressing over marks when they are fine is going to make them better. No, I don’t have as great marks as, say, Lexy did when she went to high school, but honestly I’ve grown up with people telling me that I shouldn’t hold myself up against, or try to be like Lexy, and yet this keeps on coming up?

This is my last few months as a high school student, and I will be acting like a total dork when I graduate and will probably only ever visit to be able to say “I’VE GRADUATED AND I’M NOT HERE FOR SCHOOL!”

I want to be able to enjoy it until the last week at least, where upon I will study my butt off for my single exam.

Until then I will do my assignments, fill out job applications for the summer, and look for a prom dress/grad. dress, WHICH, I might add, is stressful enough.

I have never seriously gone dress shopping until last weekend, and the trip only secured the knowledge that I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TO DRESS SHOP.

Guys, if you are reading this and scoffing at the thought of dress shopping being that much harder than, say, suit shopping, then you are wrong. Those who have the y chromosome and have no interest in wearing (let along shopping for) a dress will now be regaled with the kinds of questions that one of my friends (who is more than adept at dress shopping) asked when we walked into the first dress shop. Please note that by the end you would probably be freaking out as much as I did, if not more.

Guys, you'd be freaking out like this kid, or perhaps like this horse...

This looks darker in real life, and looks (in my opinion) better on me than on this model... I don't really like it on the model...

What kind of cut do you want?

What length do you want?

Does the fabric matter to you?

Do you prefer sequins, ___ (insert something she mentioned but I have no clue what it is) ___ or stones?

Why don’t you want floor length?

What colours do you prefer?

Well then, what colours do you NOT want?

Do you have any idea of what LOOK you even want?

Did you want a halter top, strapless, ___, off the shoulder, blah-de-blah, insert-some-other-kind-that-made-me-baffled, or what?

Are you planning on wearing heels? Flats?

Do you want to be able to wear leggings with it?

And it went on like that; until it got t the point that I hid out in the changing room, and told my two friends to just grab whatever they think would look good, or whatever. And to just guess what size I am, ’cause the numbers freak me out. Why can’t they just put XL, L, M, S, or XS rather than the numbers? My one friend (the more than adept one, since Buddy#2 was just laughing because she had to go through this before, and already had her dress, and is just as not-adept as I am) said that I might be a 1, but that seems too small, but I tried on a 5 and it was TOOOO big. 

Yeah guys, a 5. In shoes that’s downright tiny, and it was too big as a dress.

 And Friend 1 was right, I’m a 1… pssh…

Quick bit of info about my two friends since I feel as ifI’ll be mentioning them again in the near-ish future: Friend 1 /Buddy #1(both will have code-names later probably) knows about dress shopping and is someone I’ve known since middle school, but only really got to know in highschool, and Friend 2/Buddy #2 is someone I’ve known since gr. 9, but have had almost all of my classes with her… Friend 2/Buddy #2  is not less than Friend 1/Buddy #1, but I figured for the moment I would call her 2 because i’ve known 1 longer. If you read this, 2, don’t shake your head at me, it’s certainly not MY fault that you didn’t go to a public school for middleschool ;P

And yes I realise that it’s also not YOUR fault that I didn’t go to a Catholic School in middleschool.

This is my third choice...

So I tactifully retreated (some may call it hiding), and occasionally came out in between fighting with zippers, stupid gauze-ey things that were supposed to tie in some odd fashion, zippers that HID from me and were infinitely more irritating than the ones that just fought with me, little clips and clasps that didn’t clip or clasp the right way, and got a couple of pictures of the ones that weren’t entirely horrible…

I’m fairly certain that the maker of the dresses were fairly devious when they were figuring out how ther wanted it to be tied and whatnot, since everything was complex enough that I had to get it readjusted once I got out… the only reason why I didn’t get help while puting it on was because I didn’t feel like flashing the entire store, nor did I want to go out of the changing rooms clutching the dress to my chest.

And yeah, the entire thing was mildly scarring for me, so I’m going to do my best to avoid that stuff in the future.

But hey, I got a couple of dress options that I like (second choice is here), and will probably be going to pick one of them up soon-ish…

But I’m not going to let prom shopping worry me any more than I’ll let grades worry me 😀

Instead I’ll wallow in agony over the fact that the prom tickets are $120 each, and the prom comittee, instead of booking us for a cool, old Opera house, decided to go to some sort of community hall-type thing…

Ciao~