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On Tuesday, I started my classes for spring. I have English, Math, and Computers. English, the professor pointed out, is going to be a lot like Philosophy class. Math is the easiest math, I’m pretty sure, and Computers is definitely the easiest computer class, but it’s a prerequisite to Programming, so, I gotta take it.

I’m hating taking that computer class. Not because it’s easy—that’s fine, easy A and cool atmosphere, right? But because I know the material, yet I have to pay to be there, and pay for the books ($170. Shoot me?), and basically waste time. The class has nothing to do with programming, either. I learned about the Start button yesterday.

I am taking that math class because I was too lazy to retake the assessment testing that they lost that said I was to take a higher math class. Same thing. Paying for the class and books ($120—Seriously, shoot me) and wasting time. But this time, it’s my fault, so I won’t complain. You know, as much.

English class is the most interesting. It’s all about argumentation. I was flipping through the textbook, and they have an essay about animal rights we’re going to have to read. Which makes me happy that I get to see what others really think about it. (I’m assuming no one’s going to try to be a smartypants on something they’re being graded on. People sure do like to be smartypants when it comes to serious issues.)

The English professor is quite laid-back. We got to choose the late/incomplete work penalty policy today. It made me angry, because it just meant some people in the class will be unnecessarily angry the whole 18 weeks we have the class. I would have liked it much better if he had chosen the policies and had us deal with it. Like every other teacher does. But now, some think what the vote settled on was too harsh, and some think it was too lenient. (“I turned in my work on time, and they turned it in 5 days late, and they only lost 5%? I AM INDIGNANT.”)

But I’m one of those angry people. When it came to the incomplete work, there were four parts he was requiring—final draft, works cited page, rough drafts, and scratch paper. Everyone vetoed the rough drafts and scratch paper being essential. Which is stupid. You can’t write a good paper without them. But all right, good luck to you.

I just have to mention something that made me angry too. Someone was writing on the board, and he wrote, “for each incomplete peice,” and the professor pointed it out. The person writing it fixed it, but someone shouted out, “HA! IT’S P*I*ECE. HA. IS HE REALLY IN THIS ENGLISH CLASS?” The person who made the mistake laughed along, so maybe he wasn’t offended, but really? How fucking rude can you get? It’s a word, and it happened to mix him up. He’s not stupid, and even if he was, again, how fucking rude can you get?

Yesterday, a brother of a friend let me know that Photoshop can be installed in Ubuntu Linux. I almost declared my love for him. Photoshop!! Linux!!

I began sorting the files I wanted to take with me to Ubuntu. Perfect. Then I went into the Ubuntu live CD, but it wouldn’t let me resize the fat Windows partition that was taking up all my space. What? Oh. It’s corrupt. Which I believe, because Windows froze whenever I told it to shut down when I was logged-in. Ubuntu tells me to run chkdsk or something on Windows and shut it down. TWICE. I can’t do it from Windows because then the partition being checked would be mounted and I can’t do anything like that with it if it’s being used.

SO, OKAY. I put it in my Windows installation CD and got ready to hit Repair, so I could *repair* the partition. I accidentally pass the screen that lets me decide between repairing and installing and get to the one item list of partitions. Two choices.

R and ENTER. I press R before I get a chance to read. Know what I should have done? I should’ve assumed that the people who made Internet Explorer would strip the standards off anything else they got their hands on.

It turns out, R was for INSTALL. ENTER was for REPAIR. WHAT? Everything should be designed for idiots, or at least smart people who have little flashes of idiocy. In a logical world, on an install CD, ENTER would be INSTALL. R would be REPAIR. At least I think so~ Another person told me that if it were really that way, REPAIR and INSTALL keys would be included in most keyboards. (As well as the ANY key.)

What happened? All my files–gone. Gone. No backup. Ooops. I told my sister and mother that the files they had on the computer were gone. My mother was angry about 2 years of family photos being gone. I felt guilty.

But, I’m on Ubuntu (I had to move forward) and that same guy told me that formatting that takes 3 minutes isn’t real formatting. My files were probably still on the computer somewhere. Don’t know him very well, but I love him. He gives me a link to a data recovery program and 4 hours and 20 gigs of uselessness later, I got all my files back!

I am happy back on Ubuntu with my files. Warm feeling. And yes, I have Photoshop.

Edit: And I’m backing this stuff up.