It went pretty well. I can't believe it's over, though. I can't believe tomorrow's my last day of class. I can't believe I'm graduating in ten days. I can't believe I'm leaving here. I'm moving in ten days, and I put a new poster up on my wall a couple of days ago. Denial.
I can't believe that Elizabeth gelishan said everything that she said after the presentation. Wow. It makes me incredibly happy to think that the result of all this was that we inspired someone to write jazz -- and that our work ended up being meaningful to someone outside ourselves.
What do I have left to do? An NP-completeness proof. Couple of Prolog assignments I didn't get in on time, nothing too horrible. A jazz paper rewrite or three. Music portfolio-type thing to make. A couple of CS exams, but they're of the the open-book, open-notes variety, so I'm not too worried. I do need to figure out what's up with parameter-passing mechanisms, though.
Both bands I'm in are in a battle-of-the-bands thing tomorrow night. One after another. It's pretty funny. Technically, Tanny and I could sabotage Industrial Theme Park by totally sucking.