Back to School: Round 3, Week 5

This week is the halfway point. After this, only 4 more weeks to go.

On Monday, Graham and I swapped vehicles. After driving the truck, getting in the Civic was like watching a dog drag its butt across the floor, except I was the dog. It seemed like I should have been in Fast & the Furious, driving under tractor trailers.

I digress...

There were two test this week: PLC programming (I got an 87.06%) and Prints test (I got an 92.68%). I I had someone commend me this week for dealing with all the accident related stuff but still getting 80's and 90's for my grades. (Also got 100% on an Instrumentation assignment!)

This has been Hump week: we are now at 4 more weeks to go before school is over. So it's really 3 more weeks of learning and a week of tests.

WIth how busy I've been, I've had to drop any tutoring I wanted to do. I've had a minimum of 3 appointments a week, mostly after, sometimes during school. With missed classes I had enough of my own catch up to do, but it's paying off.

There was an Apprenticeship Appreciation day at the college last week, and they had free pizza, popcorn, cotton candy and prizes, of which I partook in all. Plus got a Mohawk lanyard. Yay for free stuff!

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