Showing posts with label engineering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label engineering. Show all posts

Long Overdue Hybrid Tale

Formula-Hybrid 2008 - Loudon, NH - New Hampshire Motor Speedway. Here goes:

So, the engine I spent months on was tuned by someone who knows carburetors, and the oil reservoir was "topped-off" by a sparky. Most sparkies are purely electronics nerds and have no business anywhere near engines; this was one such sparky. Keep this in mind.

A week before competition, the engine was suffering from pretty severe overheating problems, and it was determined that our Magic Green Box (power electronics DC/DC converter) was actually controlling its output, not its input, so the engine load was wildly unstable. The ultra-robust control system that I designed in part in parallel with engine work was deemed useless. However, I didn't find out about this (life still happens around racecars) until the captains had already decided on a new control scheme and implemented it. The short version: the ultracap voltage charges proportional to engine speed. This means if the voltage is low, they will charge slower, and if voltage is high, they will charge very fast and overcharge becomes an issue. This is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard of in my life, but at least it kind of works...

DAY -2:1 - Two days before competition, we are working on safety inspection points, body work, and completely overlooking the design component of the competition, which is worth about a third of the points. So at midnight, the day before comp, I take a few pictures of the nearly-completed car, make a poster template, and throw together some ~accurate design posters. At 8 am I send three 24"x30" high-resolution posters to the color plotter in Thayer. We have a design presentation in Loudon, 80 miles away, at 11 am. The trailer leaves at 9:15 (an hour late, because the driver felt like sleeping in) with two of the posters, cut and mounted. I think we'll have to pass up on the third, go home and take a fast shower and get breakfast, and plan on driving myself out. When I get back to thayer, my friend Scott is printing directions to the speedway with his car outside and the poster is almost finished. We wait 5 more minutes, and jump in the car at 9:55. I closed my eyes and we got to the speedway and threw the poster on its easel at 10:58. Captain Donald ROCKED the presentation, and we made the finals.

DAY 1 - After lunch we went through the Electrical Tech Inspection and passed with flying colors, though you wouldn't have known it by the way the judges were throwing hypothetical dangerous situations and previously-seen disastrous situations (exploding snowmobiles, etc) in our faces for the entire HOUR they were picking over the car in our paddock. Bottom line? Fuses. LOTS and lots of fuses. Fuses with appropriate values. Then we pushed the car over to the Mechanical Inspection station where Paul's beautiful nose cone promptly failed the 3-inch radius test. We also needed to weld three more load-bearing sections into the frame, lower the headrest height because I'm so short, and make a few other minor adjustments (bolt sizes, etc). Each driver had to run through the quick-exit test; fully strapped into the car, with helmet, wrist restraints, and gloves, both feet must be on the ground outside of the car in under 5 seconds. With our catlike reflexes, none of us had any problem with this, even as under-rested as we were. We also put her on the scales, and Molly weighs in at a whopping 935 lbs. Fuel efficiency?? HA!

Concurrently - Donny and Calvin were looking pretty and spouting charisma, knowledge, ideas, and a sweet powerpoint slideshow at the judges for the marketing presentation, and grabbed us a first place for that event. We made our tech fixes, and were out by 8 pm. Some teams were there all night and STILL never passed inspection.

DAY 2 - First thing in the morning, we get our Mechanical Inspection sticker then get in a fight with the Noise judge because he wants to test our engine at 11,000 RPM but our engine doesn't go up to 11,000 RPM because we never sized up the jetting needles and we limit around 9,000 RPM. So he tests us at 8,000, and we pass without a problem. The engine was warm and I already had my fire suit on, so we went out to the track for the final inspection - the brake test. It took me three tries, because we had been incorrectly informed that our brake bias adjuster was backwards because it was too far forward, so when we tried to adjust them to the rear, they only went MORE forward. We took what fuel our tank would hold of our allotment, then got right back on the track for the 75m Acceleration event. I ran ~5.1s for electric only, then did a hybrid mode run in 5.019s. We had no idea how well this would hold up against other teams, since we were the first to pass all the tests and get on track but the spectators were loving it. The local news channel interviewed me, then posted the video article later spelling my name incorrectly and giving a horribly inaccurate explanation of how the car works. Check it. What I DIDN'T know is that there was a current limit on the electric motor controller, so I wasn't even at full potential. So Mr. Napoleon showed up in another fire suit after a few other schools had run and not come within a second of my WORST time having turned OFF the current limit, and spun the tires for 20 feet down the track until he picked up the traction and clocked 4.994s. I wanted to hit him. I don't spin tires. I rock high-torque. Its what I do. But the event was closing so I didn't get to try for 4.5. Maybe next year...

We had lunch, and took the car out to the practice track (which was really more of a crib made of parking cones and not big enough to be remotely useful), then wheeled it back over to the regular track, where Mr. Napoleon decided he would also drive the autocross event. He took off the line and immediately plowed smack into two cones. Around the halfway mark, the caps ran out of juice because he'd pushed it too fast for the stupid control system HE helped design and he had to sit on the track and wait to recharge. That was embarrassing. Then he did it again and made 55 seconds and only hit 1 cone. At LEAST there's that. They (I wasn't on the track for this one since we're only allowed to have 4 people from the team on the track at any given time) pulled the car back into the pits to tweak a few things with the steering, and I went to the bathroom, expecting them to tweak for at least 5 minutes. When I got back out, I hear that Paul has made both of his runs and in doing, got a cone stuck in the suspension, did a few donuts, and went off the track into the grass, and definitely drained the cap banks. Oops. I guess that's what driver training is for.... too bad we didn't do any.

Later that afternoon we geared up for the design finals, which was kind of a lost cause at that point, because the guys who had been there the day before (the mechies) who got us into the finals in the first place because they understood the systems that had been designed by last year's team - who were no longer around - weren't there that day. We read old reports and called old members and talked amongst ourselves, but not nearly enough. It also didn't help that while we were presenting, the comp-wide BBQ was going on on the other side of the infield and we were all starving. I think I answered two questions, tops, intelligently. He probably asked 50. Then we ate hot dogs and got in a cake fight.

DAY 3 - Endurance day. This is really the event that justifies the hybrid and proves that these are vehicles capable of both fuel economy, reliability, and performance. Two drivers and 22 km, worth half of the total competition points. Only 5 of the 11 cars entered in the competition have passed all of the inspections and are allowed to drive. Our other sparky drove first, and Donny, our fearless leader, was going to bring home the W. Unfortunately Tommy accidentally hit the electronic kill switch and the car won't restart as a hybrid without a palm pilot (which we didn't foresee being useful on-track) to clear the motor controller errors. The officials pushed him off the course and he, not really understanding the protocol for this situation and the officials being of NO help, got out of the car. We ran around like chickens with our heads cut off until we got some helpful information. He could drive the car back to the pits on pure electric, and they would decide LATER, since there was no rule set, if a driver exit constituted a disqualification. Five minutes later, he's back out on track, running smoothly, when the engine starts to smoke and the officials officially disqualify us for leaking oil. Two laps later the same thing happens to Embry-Riddle, our top competitor up to that point. Three laps after that, McGill finishes in under 40 minutes. Then we find out that we've (not surprisingly) taken 4th in the design competition (last in finals).

And that's how we took 4th place at the second annual hybrid competition, hosted by our own school, in our home state. But at least we had the best-looking team shirts. UVM won all of the design competitions and best hybrid concept stuff, but they had a totally awesome car with 4-wheel regen and Prius cells and a ton of other cool ideas that we just don't have the manpower to implement.

DAY 8 - Faculty advisors drain the engine oil and find that it is holding over 3 liters, when it is rated for 1.9. That's life, I guess. Maybe we'll do better in Italy in October when Donny and I fly her over to the Formula ATA competition and my personal life isn't in shambles.

Note to self: Facilitate prevention of shambles.

A Little Formula-Lovin'

To tide you, my wonderful followers, over until I can post about the Hybrid Competition in-depth.

And, in case you were wondering, the crash attenuator stayed purple and orange and wonderfully heinous for the duration, and still is. It goes well with the dashboard switch labeled "Danger! Plasma Cannon!" that actually controls the pre-charge
contactor relay.

Gearing up:

Making some quick adjustments to pass tech inspection:

Yours Truly after a successful all-wheel lockout test:

My boys, and my girl:

Sunny Hanover Afternoon

Well, hi-diddly ho, internet!

Just wanted to share with you my fun Friday story: I took the FE for 8 solid hours last Saturday, and I would have celebrated with Erin afterwards, but she was at home-home for the weekend for a pizza party and teaching, so we needed to meet up as soon as I had "some free time." She got back on Tuesday, when I had lab all day and a stomachache so bad I had to skip lab. Then on Wednesday I was playing a serious game of catchup and yesterday I went to Boston for a JOB! INTERVIEW! And it went REALLY well. And I hope to hear from them within a few days. And since I was in Boston, I had dinner and a bottle of wine and a half graft of champagne (for no reason) and went shopping with B! And then, was terribly incapable of driving home last night.

I woke up at 6 am today to drive back before class at 8:30, then had to write a final project proposal (already!) and go to more class. And THEN? Then I layed out on The Green in the 80-degree weather with Erin, at long last! Upon my arrival, she noted my new [men's] cargo shorts, t-shirt, and All-Stars and told me I looked like a gay 12-year-old boy. After we got restless just laying out, we went for some errands, then for some margaritas. And do you know what my gay, 12-year-old self did? I sat down at the bar and put my leftover bottle of apple juice from lunch ON the bar. The exact words "Get your apple juice off the bar" were said to me. In all seriousness.

Now I'm going to pretend to do work for an hour before Friday Beers on the Sunny Rooftop of Thayer!!

Things of Note

1. There is a rotten banana on the top shelf of my desk, which is surrounded by several other desks, that other people use. I should probably remove it. I keep telling myself I'm going to make banana bread, but I don't have a pan, ingredients, or an oven anywhere near my desk.

2. I took an eight-hour exam on Saturday. I lost the admission slip, which wasn't actually required for admission, but posted a start time of 7:40 am. I thought we had to be there at 7:45 and start at 8. I was wrong. I am 1000000000 times lucky that they still let me take the exam. I won't know until July if I passed, but I passed. I'm glad I spent the week before the exam flipping out instead of studying, because if I'd studied any more, I would have left the exam feeling like I wasted my time. Thanks, Education.

3. I dropped a class today. It is officially senior spring. I also bought a new hoodie because my old hoodie looked like I'd worn it to roll through a mud puddle. Has anyone seen my Prada flats? Because they'd look really nice with a mud puddle hoodie. Who am I??

4. Hybrid's new name is Molly. Don't ask questions. Only 3 weeks to comp. PSYCHED.

That is all. For now.

Brought to You by Rage Against The Machine and A Lot of RedBull

Hello internet, I know its been a while, but I promise its been for a good reason. Plus its 4 am and I have 5 minutes of down-time until the welder's free. We are mere hours before 14 smelly, greasy, aluminum-shard-covered kids pack into 2 vans and a truck/trailer and start the 30 hour drive to Dallas, TX, where most of us will spend spring break testing and training driving for the race cars we've spent the last 6 months building. Currently, 10 of the 14 of us are still in the shop working - the three first-leg drivers got permission to go home and get sleep - and it is seeming very much like we will just be doing more building and not very much driving down in Sunny Dallas. God Forbid we have to cancel the trip to Hooters, though. I think that's the only reason about 7 of us are going (clearly I'm one of that seven).

My Hybrid baby, Starla, is so near completion it hurts me that isn't just a car already!!! What we're doing now is mostly fixing little things like some of the test rigs we set up into permanent, tech-ready connections, or making an undertray. Or some not-so-small things like re-welding last year's front left control arm. Or some REALLY not-so-small things like fabricating the entire second hybrid group's high voltage isolation circuit and re-running all the unsafe high voltage wiring because they gave this really nice, well-organized presentation, and didn't do ANY of the work that they said they did. The E-85 car (who will remain nameless until the Hooters trip) still looks like a pile of metal sticks. I find myself really unconcerned, though, because I'm a horrible teammate and I just want my car to work. Also, there are eight people working on that car right now, where only three of us are working on the hybrid.

Here are a few pictures that I think sum up the experience pretty well (these are taken about 3 weeks ago). 'The TIG' and the underside of my beautiful driver control panel. Yep. That's a beer. And a welder. Together.

(Oliver is safely in Connecticut with my family so that he doesn't starve to death while I'm gone. Also note that I am leaving early to go to Chicago and see a couple people I miss very, very much. And I don't have much to do otherwise - just find a job, study for the Fundamentals of Engineering exam, and find a roommate because I finally got rid of the heinous one. Kisses! Back to work!)

I'll Post Again When He Drops Dead A Week From Now

...after we stop the hybrid engine without having used the exhaust vent.

"It smells like gas over here."

"Well the C-O monitor still says zero so piss off!"

"You need to put the vent up high, because that's where it will collect...[after vent won't stay up]...ohhhh."

"Oops. The C-O monitor no longer says zero." [CO monitor says 33 and climbing] "What's a dangerous level of carbon monoxide?"

"Well...it got up to '600' in the Dyno room before I set the fire alarm off and I'm still here..."

Finals Fall 07: The Postpartum

After my little run-in with the guardrail on RT-89, I needed an actual mental breather, so I went to Boston and had a romantic date with B, her loveseat, a jar of nutella, Love Actually, Newbury Street, and my credit card. First we went to Chinatown and got facials (B says this is exactly analogous to paying someone to wipe your butt...I totally agree...it was awesome) and giant bowls of pho. B's was twice the size of mine and she finished more of hers. I'm glad we're friends because she could probably mop the floor with me, if she wanted to. Then, we put lights on her tiny Christmas tree and did this: It was awesome. The only thing missing from that picture (besides me) is my cream soda cocktail. And every lit candle in her entire apartment. In the morning, B played hooky so that we could go for a session of Retail Therapy. My credit card still hurts, but it was SO worth it. We hit Betsey Johnson and Kate Spade. Hard. Then I gave B a hug and went back to Hanover.

And rather than do work when I got back, I went to Al Grande's dinner party. I domed myself on chips and salsa and we all watched movies and smack-talked each other until Al started reducing the balsamic vinegar for (I think) the chicken. It was totally delicious in the end but OH MY GOD my lungs haven't burned that badly since that time I tried a bong hit and choked so hard that I blew snot all over my own face. And I wasn't even in the kitchen. I cried for my inhaler. After dinner we all jumped in the hot tub, and in the snow, and back in the hot tub. And then we sat there until none of us could keep our eyes open any more. THAT is how you have a dinner party! Though his awesome Rambo knife was pretty appealing, too:

So then, I've left myself with 4 days to finish two problem sets, a final exam, two final projects, and present on the Hybrid to the Review Board.

It took me 6 days, but the presentation went surprisingly well, I aced the exam, and the problem sets happened (that's the important part...). By the time I got to the final projects, I was about two tacos short of a combo platter. But so was the rest of my electronics lab, so they still understood me when I started speaking Lobster. For instance, rather than just assume no one would touch his stuff, or put up a sign that said "Don't Touch," he taped this to his circuit:
If you look at that picture up close, that is a soldering iron, being operated at 850 degrees F, being stabbed into "your" eye. While "you" are sleeping. The part of the sign that was cut off said "If you touch..."

This is what my workstation looked like at 8 am on the day the project was due to be presented to the professor. Dublin Mudslide for breakfast; iTunes rockin'; dead electronic components everywhere. If you care, I made an operational amplifier out of discrete transistors, or at least I intended to. What I really made was just the first stage of said amplifier. Had I given myself three more days, I might have actually finished my project. If it were possible to jerry-write a final report, that is exactly what I did. I hand-wrote 5 pages, stapled printed attachments, made a photocopy and showed it to my friends who didn't believe that I actually submitted that crap for a grade. But the professor thought it was funny, or just felt sorry for me, and gave me an A-.

My other final project (and I'm not even kidding about this) was to drive around a circular course (of my choice - 8.3 miles) in my own car and measure how much gasoline I used each time. I did three runs each in both 2WD and 4WD, then compared my results to a computer simulation program, using my best estimate as to my speed vs. time during each lap (I tried real hard to keep it consistent) and using a cycling tool on Google maps to find the elevation profile of the course. It was two days late, but the professor loved it so much that he wants to use the concept to make an additional lab for the course in the next offering. He said it was the best project, by far, he'd received from the whole class, and if it weren't so late, and so disastrously put together, he'd give me an A; instead I got another A-.

And then? Then I celebrated. :) And not even by going to the gym...

Attic Living

There is an awesome handwritten sign taped over the door handle on the office down the hall from mine [The Den] that made me laugh really hard. The office without a window. (At least mine has a huge, nice window that you can sit in when you're feeling super locked-down and at least look at the trees.)

I just want to put you on the edges of your seats until I remember to grab my camera and capture it for all time.

[Update: To my great disappointment, the sign has been taken down and presumably the bat inside, which was the cause for the sign, has corralled to a more appropriate place for a bat to be. The sign even had a big sad face drawn on it! Oh, well.]

You Know You Need To Get Away When:

Your homework graph is exactly correct, but holds no valuable information whatsoever to your academically well-done brain. Like, you wrote all the code, and it does exactly what its supposed to, and you have no idea what that is.

And when you have nothing but pictures of animals on your camera.

And when you wear greasy t-shirts to nice bars and spill chocolate martinis on people, very sober.

Today I Learned

How to weld. I did a good job. On the first try. It IS in my blood!

The Knack

Every year, as a requirement for BE and MEM candidates, Thayer students have to write the world's shortest essay with the prompt "Prove to me that you can write in less than 3 pages." In essence, this is just an assignment given to terrorize the non-english-speaking students that come to our school. Other than perfect grammar and construction, you are being graded on nothing. You could write about why Flux Capacitors are an important up-and-coming technology and still get a perfect score. Because I am a storyteller and not a writer, I wrote about my own personal experience with the knack. My parents loved it so much, I thought I might share part of it with you:

I loved my Lincoln Logs, TinkerToys, and wooden tractor that could be disassembled when I was growing up. I had my own woodworking toolkit. Even during the summer before I started college I spent almost every day either in a garage under my Jeep Wrangler or out on a trail in it, getting high-centered on boulders that were taller than me. My mom is a CAD technician and generates or edits drawings for land or building planning. My dad is a naval engineering consultant for US military vessels and an avid vehicular hobbyist. My paternal grandfather was a nuclear physicist. My other grandfather was an electrical engineer. My best classes in high school were physics and math; these also happened to be the only AP classes I took. Somehow, none of this ever rang in my mind when I was applying to colleges. I just wanted to get as far away from my high school and childhood as possible, and prove my individuality in the process.

Everyone who knew my family asked what sort of Engineering I would be studying when they learned that I was going to attend Dartmouth. This was quite possibly the worst thing that could happen to my quest to outline my unique snowflake: predictability. I tried my very hardest to prove that I was going to a liberal arts school and I was going to major in something fun and most definitely NOT engineering. I was not any of my relatives; I was me. I decided upon my arrival that I was going to major in International Relations. Anything with the word “international” in the title would provide an outlet for me to travel the world, right? In the spring of my freshman year, I took my first government class, and it was fascinating. I got a C. I couldn’t just invent my own government or tell country leaders that their policies weren’t mechanically stable because those weren’t the right answers. I was also dating an exceptionally talented and passionate engineering student who was in his senior year. As it turns out, you can be an engineer and still a perfectly sociable person. After a year of struggling through a variety of introductory classes, I finally accepted that engineering was, in fact, in my blood.
I'll let you know how the grading works out. If you follow this blog at all, you know that I don't have a very good grip on grammar and construction. But I have an awesome grip on my tub of Ben & Jerry's.

Mild Panic Attack

This is going to be so far from eloquent, but its been a week and many things have happened in my life in that week.

Classes started last Wednesday, and I am currently waiting (I say waiting...its going to be at least 18 hours until this stuff is announced) the project selection confirmation for my Engineering Design and Methodology Class, on which I will spend the vast majority of my time in the next 6 months, possibly longer. I wanted to work on the Formula-Hybrid race car, because it makes such a beautifully cohesive unit of study with my other two classes, and I love tinkering on cars. This is a student run project, though, so it has the reputation of becoming a little more stressful near deadline time, especially because you are working closely not just with other people, but also with several other groups. Apparently that reputation got around and very few other people signed up for this project. I labeled one of the sections as my third choice and the other as my second. Because so few other people signed up and this is a program that Thayer School will cling to obsessively, I am almost definitely going to be assigned my third choice.

This is a huge bummer, because my first choice is working with one of the best professors in the school (and NASA) in a double-sized group to build and program an autonomous robot that will Be Awesome. The people most likely to be assigned this project are all friends of mine who are great people to work with; and I like the idea of a bigger group. This is also one of the projects that I am most qualified for. At this point I would much rather work on the robot than the race car, but I think I'm going to get the race car. Still a cool project, but I'm having trouble looking forward to it. I still have a sliver of hope left for the robot, and that sliver of hope is making my heart race, relentlessly.

Signs that This Term Needs to End

1. This picture of lines and circles and squares and letters made me exceptionally happy. Because it is my working concept schematic of the voltage-controlled oscillating pulse position modulator that I am designing for 40% of my grade in the grad-level Analog Circuit Design course I'm taking this term. Its nowhere near done, because the triangles should all be about 10 times bigger, made of other sqigglies called transistors, and be a produceable model of my concept and I have no idea how to do that, but I presented on it today. I had a grand total of 3 powerpoint slides. Three. 1. 2. 3. Booyah.

2. At 9:30 this morning, totally sober, I mooned my friend Bernice on her way to class while standing in the middle of the street (frat row) in front of the President's house. Somebody please turn my internal censors back on?

The study of Phase Changes

This is what I'm learning right now in my Materials Science class. To see a phase change in action - the professor brought to class a styrofoam bucket of liquid nitrogen, as well as cream, sugar, and raspberries. By slowly quenching the cream mixture to liquid nitrogen temperatures (essentially mixing the two together), we were able to make a smooth pliable substance chemically unchanged from the original mixture. Right on the classroom floor. We each took our share and tested it for scientific quality. The outcome was as expected - in a time frame of only 10 minutes, we had fresh raspberry ice cream! In class!

Congratulations

To these boys (and a few others, and my wonderful Tietjen) for finishing the eight-hour Fundamentals of Engineering exam yesterday. In your honor, I permanently document the debauchery that ensued post-exam. But it was much deserved. You kids are great.

More Snow in April

Originally titled "My homework is due in an hour. Oh, Snap!"
Yay for Thayer School in the snow!

And yay for running into people I like on the sidewalk and stopping to take bad artsy photos.

We have Valuable Resources at This School

I just went downstairs to talk to my former co-workers, the Machine Shop Staff, to get some info on how I'm going to make my independent project (which was rejected for class credit, but I still want to do it).

"Do you know how to weld Silicon [rubber]?"

"Yeah. Ya don't... Isn't that the stuff you put in boobies to make them bigger?"

4-6 inches

HI!!! *awkward, enthusiastic wave* Senior spring: Control Theory, Science of Materials, and Analog VLSI. You can Google any of these terms if you're actually interested. My fear of being crushed flat dead by my workload this term has paralyzed my ability to use words in creative ways, so I have switched to pictures.

My camera currently has no batteries, because I donated them to Andrew Ocean's automatic fish feeder that doesn't actually work and Beatrix almost starved to death over spring break, so I have no new pictures. Stokes and Wiley are MIA and assumed dead.

I stole two slices of pizza from the DFR meeting and promptly dumped it in my lap. Never eating pizza again.

And lastly, they're calling for 4-6 inches of snow tonight. There are already 2. I was wearing flip-flops yesterday! (But Andrew wore his today...HA! sucker!)

Interim

List of the exciting things I'm doing in my time without classes:

done - buy a TV for all the free time I'm going to have next term to play XBOX. buy a motorcycle helmet for all the free time I have to ride my motorcycle. cure Andrew of the flu. discover I can't afford a nice apartment. [help] wash every article of clothing that Andrew owns. find a new purse to dream about. drop my computer twice and make my spacebar no longer work. decide I'm taking 4 engineering courses during my senior spring.

not done - actually find an apartment. get my stuff out of Dad's house before he moves to Wisconsin next week. use my portfolio to get an internship for the summer. build my portfolio. taxes. preliminary thesis research. go snowboarding. go to Aruba.

That last one is actually from my long term to-do list and sadly not happening anytime in the next week.

Last Day of Class, Winter Term '07

I had a paper due at 3 pm and a project report due at 4 pm. My lab partner and I finished the report at 6 am, so I went to bed and she turned it in. I slept until 1:30 (class is from 10 to 1) this afternoon, woke up, and blitzed my other prof asking for an extension on the paper. I now have until Friday 8 am to write THREE MORE PAGES. Then I went to the gym, got dehydrated and had an asthma attack, bought two chicken burritos to share with Andrew, who woke up to eat then went back to sleep and wouldn't let go of me, so I went back to sleep (in my gym clothes) until 8. Took a shower, read blogs for a while, went downstairs to my living room to hear girls talk about the dumb (or smart) things they do for an hour while drinking peppermint schnapps infused hot cocoa, and that was my day!

Saturday is my first final. This will be a fun final because it is in electronics and I love electronics. It is also an open book/notes exam. Then I go home for 3 days to play with goats and small children and go to a HUGE INDIAN PARTY!! WOO INDIANS!! Then I come back and take another final on tuesday in which I have no interest whatsoever. Fear not, my beautiful audience- I don't have senioritis, it just happens to be the worst class I've ever taken at Dartmouth, so I gave up.

Best finals period ever. 95 days until college graduation #1