diary

Dear Blog,

It has been the longest of times since I wrote you, dear friend. I'm afraid life has gone the way of the season- finals. Don't get me wrong, you were never far from my thoughts, but the daily grind of group projects curtailed my time to express to you my devotion and admiration. Shall I enlighten you about these dastardly projects that are now behind me? Yes, I shall, and I hope that you will understand my long absence.

This project, my dear little Blog, is what I call, "Operation: Medic." Our instructions specified making an interactive game that started with quarters, involved at least 4 pneumatic cylinders, 1 servo motor, at least 1 circuit board, and could fit on top of a table. Needless to say, my wonderful group completed the task with flying colors, even if we had to slide 2 tables together.

Yes, it looks like a crude substitute to time spent communicating with you, Blog, but there are a few things not apparent to the eye in this game. For one thing, the body shakes and you are shocked when you touch the sides of the holes while extracting the shrapnel. Also, there are small holes in the box where air spurts at you to mimic distractions from the battle field. Finally, the whole body moves as the time gets closer to running out.



My other projects are less glamorous and not easy to share. I dare say you might be jealous of my involvement with them because my time with them was mostly spend on the computer. Yes, the means of professing my feelings and secrets to you was spent another way. I turn my head away in shame and hope you can forgive me.

Sincerely yours,
Tyler