So I’m sitting at my desk working probability problems when all of a sudden, a guy in my differential equations and discrete math classes comes running across the hall to my door. “Oh my god. You’re in DISCO, DE, and probability? You’re insane!” So I’m learning, guy. I’d mentioned in DE on Thursday or Friday that I was in “proba-damn-bility” (which the prof is famous for saying), and this guy didn’t make the connection until just now. Hehe. After confirming that I’m insane and disbelieving the notion that I don’t like all math, just Calculus/DE, he trudged back across the hall, still shaking his head.

14:00 today will mark the twentieth hour I have spent on one of my research projects this week. Twenty hours. I’m being paid for four, and I have time for eight if they are on Saturdays. This does not equal twelve hours during the week plus nine or eleven more on Saturday. Particularly when I have three exams I’m not ready for (plus one I am) next week. I cannot do this. Dr. M is looking into hiring someone to help me, and I shall soon be working exclusively on Saturdays. She now knows she’s not going to be able to drag me off campus for the undergrad conference next…

I’ve been in a strange mood to dance this evening. I think I completely surprised Nikolai by walking into the study room he has usurped and starting to dance to whatever oldie-but-goodie he was playing. It’s Friday, baby, and no matter that I’m studying late tonight and am in lab all day tomorrow, it’s Friday. Legend – Bob Marley and the Wailers. Could you be loved? Don’t let them fool ya. Hell, Bob Marley gets two mentions. Cuz I don’t wanna wait in vain for […] love. Although the waiting feel is fine. Naked and True – Randy Crawford. That king’s horses and his men are so damned incompetent. Everyone…

I just got a personal “atta girl” for the article I wrote for the paper this week. Dr. W is rapidly becoming one of the coolest profs on campus in my book.