Molasses Classes
Well, this is my last semester as an undergrad, and it's cushy cushy. Yes, I'll be graduating in May, after approxomately 10.5 semesters in school (that's the 5.5 year plan, for those who thought I'd be in school until I'm 80). When I graduate, I'm going to buy myself a fancy dress at the Moda Bella in Gardiner, and then I'm going to stay in Maine for while, because I've got a contract as an exchange student coordinator with ASSE, which is part time, but interesting enough to keep me around to earn a bit of dough.
Classes are interesting, except for one, which is the boringest class I've ever experienced and ever will, and I suppose it's okay to have just one of those in 5 years of school. It's called Numerical Analysis and it's about I don't know what. Seems to have some connection with analyizing errors to figure out a close-enough equation that will tactfully get you where you need to be without actually doing the work. So far, we're converting decimal to binary and back, and playing with Taylor's theorem, which I haven't quite figured out the significance of, but Muhammad says it's "important." It looks like this:
P(x)=f(x(0))+f'(x(0))(x-x(0))+(f"(x(0))/2)((x-x(0))^2)+...
The formatting is crummy, but it's just a series. It might be an interesting poetry medium, leading to an intense conglamoration of emotion, or else a really funny kind of fish, or else poop on a stick.
I'm also taking German, which I love eternally, mostly because I'm getting better and better, and the teacher is entertaining. Differential Equations is a fun class. Chris was telling me about the time it takes for hot glass to cool in glass blowing, so that's an interesting application. I would not like to blow glass, but I would like to transfer the ideas and techniques of glassblowing to the kitchen, and make crystal-caramel bottles and squids and things. I shall try, as soon as I get the right sort of straw.
Tai chi is a good class too, giving me a final credit to reach my 12 min for financial aid. Yesterday we walked around like apes, cranes and cats, which is a pleasant activity.
Alles gut! Now off to Swedish, at the Language Exchange; I think it's 5 degrees (F) outside, if that. Hope I don't get intellectual frostbite.
Classes are interesting, except for one, which is the boringest class I've ever experienced and ever will, and I suppose it's okay to have just one of those in 5 years of school. It's called Numerical Analysis and it's about I don't know what. Seems to have some connection with analyizing errors to figure out a close-enough equation that will tactfully get you where you need to be without actually doing the work. So far, we're converting decimal to binary and back, and playing with Taylor's theorem, which I haven't quite figured out the significance of, but Muhammad says it's "important." It looks like this:
P(x)=f(x(0))+f'(x(0))(x-x(0))+(f"(x(0))/2)((x-x(0))^2)+...
The formatting is crummy, but it's just a series. It might be an interesting poetry medium, leading to an intense conglamoration of emotion, or else a really funny kind of fish, or else poop on a stick.
I'm also taking German, which I love eternally, mostly because I'm getting better and better, and the teacher is entertaining. Differential Equations is a fun class. Chris was telling me about the time it takes for hot glass to cool in glass blowing, so that's an interesting application. I would not like to blow glass, but I would like to transfer the ideas and techniques of glassblowing to the kitchen, and make crystal-caramel bottles and squids and things. I shall try, as soon as I get the right sort of straw.
Tai chi is a good class too, giving me a final credit to reach my 12 min for financial aid. Yesterday we walked around like apes, cranes and cats, which is a pleasant activity.
Alles gut! Now off to Swedish, at the Language Exchange; I think it's 5 degrees (F) outside, if that. Hope I don't get intellectual frostbite.
posted by SK at 2:54 PM
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Skippybone: Have you an email?
-Skippybone (mjenemark@gmail.com)
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