Flashes of Panic

It’s galling to me to print out a program listing. It somehow feels like regression—like I’m just a step away from punch cards. But the following circumstances have driven me to this desperate end. (Yes, I’m deliberately making this sound dramatic, because the simple fact is that it only matters to me.)

• The programming project which I struggled with throughout Saturday was extended to Tuesday night. (When I say struggled, I mean, “It segfaulted at 5 PM, and despite my best efforts, it still segfaulted at midnight.”)

• It is the professor’s opinion that my problem is in addressing memory. This is not really a surprise, since a segfault (as I’ve mentioned before) is when the program tries to read corrupt or out-of-range memory.

• My level of proficiency in C lags behind my own confidence in my abilities, and this is my weak spot.

So I’m sitting down with a printout (and K&R) and trying to figure out just where I’ve mucked this up.

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