History throws its empty bottles out the window
Now then. Today was my first day of classes. I am currently signed in to three classes, with the expectation of dropping one at some time in the near future. My classes so far are: Partial Differential Equations, Dynamical Systems, and Probability. If these do not sound exciting to you, then we are in perfect agreement. This is my semester for taking required core courses. Even worse, two classes are taught by Anna Lawniczak, who, while very funny and nice, is the most boring professor in the history of humanity. The other is taught by Kunze. Bap.
This semester also marks the first time I get to properly TA a course. I am still spending some time in the MathStats Learning Lab, and I get to do menial bullshit TAing for Calculus 1080, but I am also a full-on proper marking-assignments-type TA for MATH 3200, Real Analysis. Apparently it's a big class this year; forty students is the word going round the grad student grapevine. I might be wrong, but I think Calder's brother might be one of those forty. So, four times throughout the semester I will get to sit down and try and figure out the forty different ways that the students will have come up with to bullshit around the fact that they have no idea how to prove that some function is continuous everywhere, but differentiable nowhere (possible!) -- and did I mention that Real Analysis is the one undergrad math class that I never took? Well, life is but a series of challenges to be overcome. And really, it's not all that bad. Dynamical Systems means chaos theory; Probability means measure theory plus stochastic processes; even PDEs will probably not be completely soul-deadening. Well, okay, maybe that's too far. But still. Back to school, back to school, to figure out where the fuck the eigenvalues of doubly stochastic matrices live.
This semester also marks the first time I get to properly TA a course. I am still spending some time in the MathStats Learning Lab, and I get to do menial bullshit TAing for Calculus 1080, but I am also a full-on proper marking-assignments-type TA for MATH 3200, Real Analysis. Apparently it's a big class this year; forty students is the word going round the grad student grapevine. I might be wrong, but I think Calder's brother might be one of those forty. So, four times throughout the semester I will get to sit down and try and figure out the forty different ways that the students will have come up with to bullshit around the fact that they have no idea how to prove that some function is continuous everywhere, but differentiable nowhere (possible!) -- and did I mention that Real Analysis is the one undergrad math class that I never took? Well, life is but a series of challenges to be overcome. And really, it's not all that bad. Dynamical Systems means chaos theory; Probability means measure theory plus stochastic processes; even PDEs will probably not be completely soul-deadening. Well, okay, maybe that's too far. But still. Back to school, back to school, to figure out where the fuck the eigenvalues of doubly stochastic matrices live.