Saturday, August 28, 2004

feverish babble

Math is fun. Math has a simple order. X has a value and so does Y. Apply a few simple equations and you can know what they are. Two entities defined in relation to another. Math is hell. With a few days of practice beforehand, you can sit in a class, bask in the warm praise of the instructor for finishing a problem first and be back to square one when the next item is strangely hard for you to grasp.

Let me tell you how I spent my math class. Linear Algebra and Differential Equations aka LADE/Laa-dee. Contains a great deal of super-annoying horseshit you'd never need to know unless you signed up for the torture that is Computer Science degrees. The first half of the class was spent solving problems with a flourish, modestly not calling attention to it till at least one other person has done the same. Sitting there smug in the self appointed self congratulatory titles. Queen of the fractions. Ruler of the slide rule. Master of multiples. Ass-kicker of inverse matrices. Bwahahaha. Yes, I rock. Breaktime.

Back in class. Late again. Sit. Thank you.

Stare at tiles on the floor. What a strange color for anyone to want as the floor of a university classroom. Peach squares divided in half. One vertically divided, one horizontally. Vertical, horizontal, vertical, horizontal. Gray bits of dirt in between. What a shame. What an interesting pattern they form when you look at them just right. All the same, really, but happy in their uniqueness because someone had the bright idea of rotating each alternating one 180 degrees from the previous one’s position. Stupid-ass tiles. Oops, problems have been solved on the board, must not lag. How the hell...

Twenty minutes later, still not caught up. Twenty more and headache cannot be borne anymore. Escape to bathroom. Wander aimlessly in the corridor. Return to class. Gaze at tiles till end of class. Damn math.

Misha at Saturday, August 28, 2004

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