I find it kind of funny that the minute I get out of school & claim to be done (done, done) with academia for three months, I wind up entangled in a character who just wants to know everything & will stop at nothing to get questions answered. I do mean entangled. Thomasina is getting to me. I read an article this morning in the paper about time travel & another about quantum mechanics & it just made me thirsty for more. I want to go to the library & look up Newton & heat equations. I want to do math, my god, do I want to do math--I've forgotten all my calculus that I spent so long that summer learning, & I hate that. If it were possible to go & add a math or bio minor at this point I would. I miss science. The logic of history & lit crit, as much as I like it, is not the same as the logic of math and science...& I miss that.
So I'm going to do math. & search out science blogs (Dad's already sending me some--try this one on for size: is this art?, or this one: like Thomasina, but older?), & go to the library for everything. Maybe I'll just re-teach myself calculus. I did it once. I can do it again.
God, my brain hurts, in the best way. I love this.
So I'm going to do math. & search out science blogs (Dad's already sending me some--try this one on for size: is this art?, or this one: like Thomasina, but older?), & go to the library for everything. Maybe I'll just re-teach myself calculus. I did it once. I can do it again.
God, my brain hurts, in the best way. I love this.