I Hate Math

I feel like I'm in fucking grad school already.

I've spent the entire weekend working on math and physics. Literally I haven't done a single thing since about 6:00 Friday night other than eat, sleep and work on homework and a take-home exam in real analysis. Most of that time has been spent working on a single analysis proof of something that's fairly obvious, but it took two whole pages, and about half a dozen different flawed versions before I finally got it right. I think. And I still have homework in abstract algebra and thermodynamics piled up and waiting for me.

I've been so out of it that I forgot to go to this "Physics is Phun" class I'm supposed to be helping teach for a bunch of middle schoolers. I got roped into doing this thing by a physics major who wanted to do it, and made it sound like the whole curriculum was laid out. ("It's just an hour and a half on Saturday mornings"). However, once I looked at it, the material was total shit. Next week it's my turn to lecture, so in addition to everything else I have to come up with a lecture and a project on optics and visual phenomena for a useless bunch of ankle-biters by Saturday.

I'm getting very grouchy.