I told you. This is how math proofs go. Gibberish, gibberish, gibberish, symbols, letters turned every which way so that my homework looks like Alphabet Soup with some Greek letters thrown in, too. Frequently, my professors skip steps, but if I skip them, then they act like this guy: "Be more explicit in step two."
Why do I have to be more explicit in step two? I believe in miracles. Have a little faith, people! I mean, really! The buildings are still standing up, so I think the math must be pretty accurate. Do I really need to prove it again? I don't like finals week. I spend A LOT of time studying for them, and much too frequently in math graduate school, I feel like the girl in the following cartoon. By the way, I found these cartoons a few minutes ago when I couldn't study a minute longer and found myself googling "Studying for Finals Cartoon." Not even kidding. I relate to all of these for various reasons. If you don't get a couple of them, consider yourself lucky. If you do, well...then we'd probably get along in a "misery loves company" sort of way.

I'm done whining now. When Friday afternoon gets here, it will be summer. I will be ecstatic. There will be happy posts galore! Until then, I will spare you. My blog will be silent as I study so that you do not have to listen to me rant and whine. You're very welcome.
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