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May. 12th, 2003 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehReasonably good day today. Absolutely gorgeous weather, and no work to speak of in Calculus. We're talking about Einstein's Theory of Relativity, I think the specific one. Not the e=mc^2 one. It's pretty cool. We were left with a paradox, which would probably take too long to explain. Catch me tomorrow, if you're in the mood and this publishes. Suffice to say, it made my brain hurt. And grin a lot. Mr. Felder said that that paradox was what made him decide on physics. I can totally understand that.
I actually don't mind the fact that we were forced to read poetry. I found some decent poems that I like a lot, and I wrote one that I'm fairly happy with. This is the first original thing I've written for a very long time, and it's a pantoum, which means that it was irritating, but in a fun way, like how making the layout is. Fitting all the little pieces together, and making the stupid thing work. I rather like it.
Anywho... I'm glad the year is almost over. We don't have all that much work, I know, but still... getting antsy. I want a chance to have time to do stuff that I want to do, not what my teachers want me to do.
I really, really wish my blog would behave. I have all this stuff written, and no way to publish it. Totally stinky.
I actually don't mind the fact that we were forced to read poetry. I found some decent poems that I like a lot, and I wrote one that I'm fairly happy with. This is the first original thing I've written for a very long time, and it's a pantoum, which means that it was irritating, but in a fun way, like how making the layout is. Fitting all the little pieces together, and making the stupid thing work. I rather like it.
Anywho... I'm glad the year is almost over. We don't have all that much work, I know, but still... getting antsy. I want a chance to have time to do stuff that I want to do, not what my teachers want me to do.
I really, really wish my blog would behave. I have all this stuff written, and no way to publish it. Totally stinky.
