Name: Anonymous 2012-12-09 6:29
I just had a dream about SICP. I thought it would make for a nice first post.
My journey begun in a foreign country. I walked into a modern bar and tried to be sociable. They had a designated area that looked like a living room so that people could feel like they were at a house party. The people were nice, but very loud and simple minded. I left the cafe and tried to find my way home. I met an old friend and we entered a home that belonged to one of my exes, but looked like a case study house. We looked around for something and I decided to steal 10 euros from her brother's wallet. My friend had found what we needed and we continued our journey to a big building were we would be taught the ways of SICP, I tried to find a SICP book, but I already owned one. The professor rigorously steamrolled through the first few pages of the book until somebody made a snarky remark. He stopped mid-sentence and left the room. The next day he taugh us again, but treated us like we were fifth-graders. Everyone was bored to death and someone asked if we couldn't pick up the pace of yesterday, some looked up hesistantly. We got a movie-like speech about how SICP is the most important thing in the world and that we should all try our hardest during classes. And so we did and we got a movie-like 'months of hard work' montage. The next thing I remembered was rolling down a mountain cradling an egg.
My journey begun in a foreign country. I walked into a modern bar and tried to be sociable. They had a designated area that looked like a living room so that people could feel like they were at a house party. The people were nice, but very loud and simple minded. I left the cafe and tried to find my way home. I met an old friend and we entered a home that belonged to one of my exes, but looked like a case study house. We looked around for something and I decided to steal 10 euros from her brother's wallet. My friend had found what we needed and we continued our journey to a big building were we would be taught the ways of SICP, I tried to find a SICP book, but I already owned one. The professor rigorously steamrolled through the first few pages of the book until somebody made a snarky remark. He stopped mid-sentence and left the room. The next day he taugh us again, but treated us like we were fifth-graders. Everyone was bored to death and someone asked if we couldn't pick up the pace of yesterday, some looked up hesistantly. We got a movie-like speech about how SICP is the most important thing in the world and that we should all try our hardest during classes. And so we did and we got a movie-like 'months of hard work' montage. The next thing I remembered was rolling down a mountain cradling an egg.