Today Kündölük is one year old. I am here only for three and a half months, so I am a young blogger. On the service page they write that there are now many thousands of blogs, and that "people write much more about their cats than we expected."
My plan for this blog until next year: more computers, less cat. (I have no cat.)
After five weeks of Pascal I wrote a program that does something real: you give it a date and it tells you the day of the week. I tested it on my birthday (Tuesday), my mother's birthday (Sunday), and Irad Day 1992 (Wednesday).
The teacher with the punched cards looked at the printout for a long time and said: "In my time this took a week." Then he gave me a 4. A 4! For the date of Irad Day.
My road to the university is two marshrutkas and one walk. The first one I take at the corner (number 14, very old Russian minibus, the door is tied with a belt). One ride is 1 som, and the driver counts coins with his eyes closed.
The best thing is the radio in the marshrutka: it only has two stations and the driver changes them at every red light. The worst is exam week, when 30 students are in a bus for 18.
So the first week at the university is over. The main building is very big, I got lost twice. Our group is 24 people, 6 girls.
The computer lab has 15 computers, Pentium II, and two of them don't turn on. We will learn Pascal first, then C. The teacher says "in my time we wrote programs on punched cards and you complain". OK, teacher.
Best thing: the library has internet! But there is a queue and you can only stay 30 minutes.
A list, in the order my mother said them in the kitchen: