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Jan. 12th, 2005 09:12 pmI am struggling not to reach through my computer and beat the pulp out of my professor.
My current class at the University of Phoenix is DBM405, aka Yet More Database Stuff for Dummies. In class, we are talking about all sorts of neat technologies like UML, data warehousing, and middle-tier architectures. However, our actual homework is create pointless MS Access databases, like fish store inventory applications.
So I spent about six hours over the past two days, mindless pointing-and-clicking like a veritable Microsoft-ritualistic-zombie to create my inventory application for Bob's fish store. I got my grade on it today (surprise!), and he marked me off for not including enough input validation, not using even on picklist, and because my database looked too much like someone else's.
Now, I've spent the last two mind-numbing evenings mumbling the "I just have to do this for the grade" mantra that helps me get through my coursework at my woefully ignorant Microsoft-fully-owned-subsidiary called the University of Phoenix. Getting a bunch of shit back from my professor that more or less guarantees that I cannot get an 'A' in the class because I didn't drink enough of the purple kool-aid makes me insane.
For all of you folks out there that like MS Access, that's fine. However, having been spoiled for the last decade with MySQL, Sybase, and Oracle databases, I'm not very impressed. I don't disagree that there is a market for MS Access, but I similarly have a strong suspicion that I will always be able to find a way to stay away from it.
I try so hard to tolerate other people's foolishness, and this is how they repay me: ever more criticism and disdain. I guess it's a good thing that I'm the better person.
In other news, I'm looking forward to going back to Connecticut before too long to practice my armored combat with my friends. Chip will hopefully be healed before long, the poor guys been trapped in the hospital for most of a week now. The good news is that he has Internet access there, so we chatted for hours yesterday.
I'm actually pretty sore coming off the weekend tournament. It seems like every day I wake up, and one part feels better, and some new part hurts. Wierd.
My current class at the University of Phoenix is DBM405, aka Yet More Database Stuff for Dummies. In class, we are talking about all sorts of neat technologies like UML, data warehousing, and middle-tier architectures. However, our actual homework is create pointless MS Access databases, like fish store inventory applications.
So I spent about six hours over the past two days, mindless pointing-and-clicking like a veritable Microsoft-ritualistic-zombie to create my inventory application for Bob's fish store. I got my grade on it today (surprise!), and he marked me off for not including enough input validation, not using even on picklist, and because my database looked too much like someone else's.
Now, I've spent the last two mind-numbing evenings mumbling the "I just have to do this for the grade" mantra that helps me get through my coursework at my woefully ignorant Microsoft-fully-owned-subsidiary called the University of Phoenix. Getting a bunch of shit back from my professor that more or less guarantees that I cannot get an 'A' in the class because I didn't drink enough of the purple kool-aid makes me insane.
For all of you folks out there that like MS Access, that's fine. However, having been spoiled for the last decade with MySQL, Sybase, and Oracle databases, I'm not very impressed. I don't disagree that there is a market for MS Access, but I similarly have a strong suspicion that I will always be able to find a way to stay away from it.
I try so hard to tolerate other people's foolishness, and this is how they repay me: ever more criticism and disdain. I guess it's a good thing that I'm the better person.
In other news, I'm looking forward to going back to Connecticut before too long to practice my armored combat with my friends. Chip will hopefully be healed before long, the poor guys been trapped in the hospital for most of a week now. The good news is that he has Internet access there, so we chatted for hours yesterday.
I'm actually pretty sore coming off the weekend tournament. It seems like every day I wake up, and one part feels better, and some new part hurts. Wierd.
