I’m taking Calculus and Calculus based Physics concurrently, instead of Calc first, then Physics. So, up until this point in my Physics class I’ve been brute-force solving everything with algebra, which has been quite time consuming. Three days ago I learned about performing derivations, which is a really simple concept, but not something one would think up on their own (unless you’re Newton or Leibniz) without first being taught, and found the implications of its usage rather interesting.

Today, while doing my Physics homework, I actually looked at the formula, derived it in my head (accidentally) and had the answer without even touching pencil to paper or picking up my calculator… Holy crap, I never thought it could be that easy! It was like a light-bulb clicked on in my head! Calculus is actually pretty easy to understand — I’ve been keeping up in class and have yet to really study at home with any seriousness — and kinda fun when you get to use it to solve things that quickly.

Hmmm… should I really be calling Calculus easy and fun?

Who would have thought that between my classes — a 3-unit English course, a 4-unit calculus-based physics class, and a 5-unit calculus class — the three-unit English class is my hardest.

I’m strolling through calc (a big thank you goes out to my precalc instructor for working me last semester), and I’m understanding my physics even though I was supposed to take it after my calc class… don’t get me wrong… there’s a bunch of homework that has to be done weekly… but in a higher unit course, it’s to be expected. What I don’t understand is: why do I have more work in my English class? It’s not that I don’t ‘get it’. Hell, I think I understand the material better than most of the others in my class, but a weekly regiment of 60+ pages of reading, and a bi-weekly schedule of 5-page essays is going to make me either go postal or drop this class. Too bad I can’t drop it, or I lose my financial aid, and my tutoring job as it will drop me below my minimum unit load.

Poor Jess, she’s got to put up with my lack of time, and frazzled nerves… it’s Valentine’s, and I’m home studying so I can get enough homework done before we take off for a three-day holiday weekend in Mammoth.

Happy Valentine’s to everybody out there!

This is absolutely ridiculous. Why on Earth are people overreacting so badly toward the Cartoon Network’s choice of gorilla advertising in Boston? To assume that a box with lights on it is a bomb… that’s blind idiocy. To press charges because of it, is fucking idiotic and pig-headed with a purpose. To fire a corporate president over the incident is even more ridiculous. Please stop with the hand-wringing and panic before we start shooting people over a petty faux pas. Please.

I missed a Super Bowl party I was looking forward to due to excessive homework (it’s the f’ing first week for crying out loud, what are my profs thinking?), so I was looking through some of the commercials that they aired. The only one that cracked me up even a little was this one: Hitchiking Hops.