Two down, four to go. Exam Two: Architecture. My performance: best described by this paraphrase of the great Psalm 23, A Psalm of David. I now dub it, A Psalm of Darrell (Crooks, that is).
The Crooks is my shepherd; I shall not fail.
He maketh me to sit down in gray exam rooms: he leadeth me beside the rows of tables. He restoreth my grade: he leadeth me in the paths of knowledge for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Academic Probation, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy non-maskable interrupts and thy set-associatives caches, they comfort me. Thou preparest a superscalar processor before me in the presence of dependancies: thou annointest my head with core memory; my stack runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Architecture no more.