Everything was going smooth. I got a data structures test back and received an A, so I was pretty happy. I actually understand most of what we were doing in calculace so I was happy, I got some work done in Unix, I was happy. I went to work and I was happy.

Yup, everything was going good. 

That is until I stepped foot in that treacherous CS lab. I was going to some of my favorite artificial intelligence sites like 20q.net and ultrahal.com. Then a nameless friend of mine walked in and asked for help.

Now this is one of my complaints of the CS tutors. Boris will tell you that he physically has to write programs for people because the need breed of computer programmers today do not know their ass from a hole in the wall. 

You know the type. The guys that you can amaze with drag and drop. The kind of people who have never seen a right click menu. Those guys who do not even know where to start. The kind who write code that looks like they are making it up as they go along. The guys who cant keep in their mind that EVERY LINE must end in a ;

Well anyway "I need help with my visual basic program."
"My ride is here, let me see what is going on. Ill be right back"

So I go ask my mother to give me 20 more minutes, after all I can rip through any VB program in 20 minutes. What does she say, "BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA I have been waiting for a half an hour bla bla bla"

"listen first off I did not call you until 5:10 Its 5:30 now and a 10 minute ride. 20 with the way you drive. So you could not have been out here more then 5 minutes."

"BLA< Bla BLa bla."

Ed: " Ok Ill take the bus"

So I go back into the treacherous square room, " Ok lets see the assignment. It says open LC4demo on the student disk. Where is your disk?"

unnamed friend: "OHH we need the disk?!?"

Ed: "Great, well I have a bus to catch see you tomorrow"

So of course I am pissed, but my entire life has been hellish so something like that is not going to get me down. So i ride the 40 to the bus station, transfer to the 60. I miss my stop (which I never do) so I get off one step later. So I am starting to walk home and I look up at the sky. It does NOT look good. 

I see the first raindrops we the concrete, and I heard one thunder crack. Then I ran like hell. Did I ever get wet. Te rain fell so fast. If my book bag was not such awkward weight I may have been able to make it home, but I did not. I came into my house like a wet towel.

And I vowed never to help anyone in computer programming again. EVER for any reason.