# Noooooooooooooooo

Calc III is over. :(

It’s a sad day! It was one of my favorite math classes.

I just seriously hope that the answers to the 10-question final were 4, 1, 4, 6, 6, 1, 6, 55/23, 4, and 1, because that’s what my answers were. We’ll see. I gave myself a 60-point leeway to get an A with my homework and midterm scores and I don’t THINK I made 60 points worth of mistakes, but who knows. I’m fantastic at screwing up. I missed one point on the midterm because I completely abandoned a negative sign like two steps into a cross product. FAIL!

Also, migraines suck.

Well, that was a nice 4-day break.

Now back to the grind with summer class/summer jobs!

Ugh.

# Apparently the derivative of a lip ring is a Monroe

Yeah. When you start finding the derivations of various facial piercings in your dreams, you know you’ve done way too much calculus the day before.

I’m totally serious, I start spacing off and then realize that I’m daydreaming about DERIVATIVES.
This is FREAKING AWESOME.

On a somewhat related note, I went to a symposium on dreams this morning. One of the presenters gave a really interesting talk in which he displayed art students’ artistic interpretations of their dreams while reading their dreams aloud to us. I thought it was pretty interesting how many of the dreamers presented exaggerated or inappropriate emotional responses in their dreams. I can only think of a few examples of my own dreams (the Boxy Boxy dream, the Maggie = Spearow dream, though I think “shock and awe” were fairly appropriate emotional responses there) where I, in my dream, acted with exaggerated or simply the incorrect emotions.

Also, according to another guy it’s pretty rare for people to dream of numbers/calculations. Those are also fairly common in my dreams, but usually to a lesser extent than they are when I’m doing crap loads of calc problems per day, and usually happen right before I wake up.

Today’s song: Angel by Sarah McLachlan

# I am deriving so much pleasure from calculus that I may need to integrate it into my daily life

HOT DAMN I love calculus.

And no, it’s not just because the great and glorious Leibniz invented it, either. It’s very methodical and I actually know what the hell I’m doing (for most of it). I think I hated it so much the first time around because it was at 8:30 in the freaking morning AND because it was all business-oriented. And because I didn’t really care back then. I dig the tediousness of it all—it’s less tedious than eigenvalues (thank god) but still fun. It feels weird to be doing a metric crap ton of math homework again.

Oh, and THERE’S A FREAKING ICE CREAM TRUCK OVER HERE, TOO! Totally not an imaginary one, either…I saw it go down 43rd street blasting out a lullaby.
I’m not insane. Bad ass.

Today’s song: Glycerine by Bush

# Just one more group of classes to go…

Two things really good happened today:

1. Work’s over. For me, at least. I want a few days off before the next semester kicks into gear.
2. Buddhism’s done with and I got an A in it. That’s always a good thing.
Okay, I’m done for now. Long day.

# Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid

So.

Because I’m a stupid, worthless, hopeless piece of crap who is afraid of math, I decided to drop Linear Algebra.
Go ahead and laugh, I deserve it.

# Hellooooooooo Linear Algebra…

Haha, hooray for more school. Abnormal Psychology looks fun and interesting. Linear Algebra, on the other hand, does not.
I get it, I just don’t like it. And I’d forgotten how much I loathed the setup of math books.
Blah.

# Freedom!

Ah, so I’m finally done with my directed study, meaning that I’m finally done with classes for the summer. And that’s, what, two weeks before classes start? Win.

I know all you marching band geeks are ready for band camp to start. How many of you are absolutely desperate for actual classes to start? Because I am.

Learning makes me happy.

# Sequel to

It’s time for summer school plan time now! These are the classes I want to take:

English 208 (cause I couldn’t fit it into my schedule this semester)
Some Shakespeare class that I can’t remember the number to (cause I need a Shakespeare class for the English major)
Computer Science 101 (to get it the hell over with)\

Too much in four weeks during summer? NEVER! I am Jesus!