July 19th, 2004

exam day once again...

Took the second exam in heat transfer today. I feel confident that my "customary exam action" (i.e. > 3.85) is working here. I was hyperventilating at the end of the exam. With ninety seconds left I saw something on a question that I had missed on both my first and second passes. I had to scramble to recalculate a couple of values and get the numbers down, but I managed to do so before time was called. It may be a while before the grades come out though. Normally, they aren't posted until after 1700 on the day of the exam, but a large evolution this afternoon threw a big monkey wrench into that.

What seemed originally to be a force protection drill morphed into a command-wide room sweep. Building by building, the residents of each barracks were removed from the school building and sent to their rooms to await staff members, who conducted a thorough check for weapons and other dangerous devices. And I mean, thorough. They sifted through just about everything in my room - opened every box, checked every bag. If I had it, they would have found it - but since I don't keep any such contraband in my room, there was nothing to be found. I was also lucky that my room is closest to the "core" of the barracks (the buildings are shaped like an "X"; the core is the center), so my room was one of the first inspected. I'm not sure what precipitated the check; but I suspect that it had something to do with the new executive officer who reported aboard NNPTC about a month ago. The gentlemen who went through my room were nice enough to put most of my stuff back, so it's not a huge inconvenience cleaning it up.

We didn't get through much of what we were supposed to cover in math today; this isn't a good thing, given that we have our second and final exam in math on Thursday.


Still don't know what the exam score was - they'll be grading deep into the night.

A sampling of what was found in people's rooms today: about $400.00 worth of fireworks; a pair of katanas (those three-pronged things with short handles - I think that's what they're called); a fair bit of alcohol, from both of-age and underage Sailors; and the crème de la crème - a loaded gun. This whole thing may have also been brought on by someone having cocaine found in their room recently. Whatever the case, it was a pain in the butt, but it's over now and we can move on with the business of training nukes.
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