7:39 PM: It’s Sunday night. I have four exams in the next week. Hey, I should blog!
7:40 PM: Erons ’12 walks into my room. Erons is not wearing shoes.
7:41 PM: Erons is asking me something about electric potentials inside charged cubes. Erons is the type of person who carries all his homework in a leather briefcase and can run from Random Hall to campus in less than two minutes and once lived in Africa and is actually named Sylvester and pretends to be Stephen Hawking on weekends. Incidentally, the set of such people that I know contains one member: namely, Erons. Erons has to carry a wheelchair up the stairs when he pretends to be Stephen Hawking in Random Hall, which is probably why he doesn’t do this more often.
7:42 PM: Erons leaves. I should blog.
7:46 PM: Look ma, I’m blogging!
Which brings us back to the immutably desolate fact that I have four exams in the next week. Like the Goldberg Variations or the Cold War or the ending of The Matrix trilogy, academic life at MIT lends itself to multiple interpretations, some of which are more disheartening than others. A friend of mine offers this: once the cycle of tests commences during the third-plus-or-minus-epsilonth week of term, you don’t escape until after finals. Tests pile up in the narrow, cramped margins of time between problem set deadlines and project due dates, wrinkling your weeks into tight-crunched balls of endless studying. Inevitably, the mercury in the Stress-o-Meter hanging somewhere inside the back of your head begins to creep up, and you consider adopting the simple, rustic life of a potato farmer in Idaho.
I digress. Here’s my schedule for the week, which is more eyewateringly jam-packed than usual:
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-All classes are listed by course number, followed by room number.
18.03 = Differential Equations
8.022 = Electricity and Magnetism with Theory and Demonstrations that Often Fail
18.06 = Linear Algebra
21M.302 = What Would Bach Do? (aka, Harmony and Counterpoint II)
-Lab = My UROP project, which involves making batteries that don’t randomly explode.
-Pastry Sale/ Xifan Sunday = imported from the events calendar of MIT’s Association of Taiwanese Students, of which I am half-heartedly a member. Their sporadic peddling of scallion buns in the Infinite Corridor, however, has brightened my disposition more than once in the middle of a long day of classes.
-OH = Office hours, not Ohio.
-pset = Problem sets, AKA homework.
-Lulu’s office = Lulu‘s office hours, ungracefully truncated by the finite spacial limits of Google Calendar. Lulu is a TA for 8.022, a class of which I am partaking.
-Physics dinner = I recently joined the Undergraduate Women in Physics group at MIT, by which I mean that the Physics major who lives next door put me on their mailing list once she noticed that I was an undergrad, a woman, and sort of a Physics major. By which I mean, free dinner!
-Frosh lunch = I’m not sure I remember what this is, besides the fact that it’s presumably a lunch presumably for freshmen. At MIT, presumably. Maybe I presume too much. Maybe I’m making a pres out of U and ME. Anyway, now that you’ve all witnessed my clever manipulations of the English language, let’s move on.
-GRT interviews = Random Hall is currently reviewing applications for a new Graduate Resident Tutor. The interview is an integral part of ensuring that our next GRT is willing to cook food for us on a regular basis, besides doing other stuff that GRT’s are supposed to do.
In summary, I have no time to finish this sent-