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Sixth week is over, and I am way tired. Somehow it's overstimulating to do math all day. And I know that, but what really can I do about it? I try to spend some time doing an easy thing, like preparing the calculus problems for class, or grading, but there's only so much of that available. And there's this enormous amount of math to know that (duh) I don't know, so when is an appropriate time to stop working on it? I have trouble feeling okay with walking away. Or, I have trouble feeling okay with walking away before I've spent this arbitrary seven to nine hours working on it. But this is going to be the same, for a long time, perhaps forever, and I should get some sense of what works for me, at some point. What "enough" is. I'd like an advisor. An advisor who was clear on that point, and had a pleasantly attainable version of "enough". But of course finding an advisor is a task which, when I am actually trying to do it, only increases the sense that there is more math which I need to know tomorrow than I possibly can learn today. Bah.
In better news, today in the middle of the day I went to a lecture for some kind of chemistry class. I'm not really clear on what kind. See, there's this prof in the Chemistry department who on Halloween replaces his lectures with a show. A show with lots of chemistry (by which I mean, burning stuff and occasionally turning stuff funny colors) and some random elements like part of the marching band and the cheerleading squad. And a rock band, and some tap-dancers. And cameos by Bio and Physics profs. Oh, and the bellydancing team, which I didn't know existed (but obviously they were the awesomest, except for the explosions etc.). Anyway, it was very geeky and excellent. At the end, after blowing up a bunch of balloons filled, clearly, with hydrogen, he blew up one balloon filled with something else, something that made a way bigger explosion and left spots in front of my eyes, which nothing else had. Well, more one giant spot.
Oh, also? All these big explosions and towers of flame and what-have-you? Going on in a room filled way past fire capacity. People sitting on all the stairs and standing in the aisles and doorways. I've done enough theater to kind of have it in for the fire marshal, so that was more of a plus than it should have been.
In better news, today in the middle of the day I went to a lecture for some kind of chemistry class. I'm not really clear on what kind. See, there's this prof in the Chemistry department who on Halloween replaces his lectures with a show. A show with lots of chemistry (by which I mean, burning stuff and occasionally turning stuff funny colors) and some random elements like part of the marching band and the cheerleading squad. And a rock band, and some tap-dancers. And cameos by Bio and Physics profs. Oh, and the bellydancing team, which I didn't know existed (but obviously they were the awesomest, except for the explosions etc.). Anyway, it was very geeky and excellent. At the end, after blowing up a bunch of balloons filled, clearly, with hydrogen, he blew up one balloon filled with something else, something that made a way bigger explosion and left spots in front of my eyes, which nothing else had. Well, more one giant spot.
Oh, also? All these big explosions and towers of flame and what-have-you? Going on in a room filled way past fire capacity. People sitting on all the stairs and standing in the aisles and doorways. I've done enough theater to kind of have it in for the fire marshal, so that was more of a plus than it should have been.
