Classes

Somehow, James and I managed to have our morning classes at the same time every day. It's great because even though I don't wake up for morning classes, James does. At first he tried waking me up by just talking to me. But then he realized that when he said "It's time to wake up," and I said "Okay," I actually meant "Shush. I'm sleeping." Then he tried pulling the covers off, but that just made me mad. (It might work in the summer, though.) By now he just gets up, flips the lights on and goes into the shower. Sometimes I feel bad, and sometimes I feel REEEEALLY sleepy.

Anyway, the classes I'm taking aren't too bad except for abstract algebra where basically, Lagrange is the Picasso of group theory and I might accidentally mistake S₃ for my favorite uncle. But the other classes are okay, which are math teaching practicum, dinosaurs, and racquetball.

James is also taking lots of hard classes like statistics, petrology, and structural geology. He also happens to be taking racquetball. He's really good at doing all his homework, even when he gets super frustrated. With statistics. He just took a couple of midterms and said that he feels pretty good about them!

So today I'm working on finishing up a draft of a term paper for my dinosaurs class. I've never actually had a "term paper" assigned before this year. It was always just called a research paper, or just a paper. Or, most often in my major, a couple of paragraphs. That's what I love about math. 

My term paper is about Archaeopteryx, which is a bird dinosaur.

Alternatively known as Ratbird. 

 

As for racquetball, it's pretty fun! 

Quick summary of the game Racquetball

You are in a big box with a rubber ball, a whacker racquet, and a person who wants to whack the ball at every possible surface (which is legal). The only armor you are granted is a pair of eyeglasses. 

As long as I'm with James, it's fine, because he's nice to me. But sometimes the teacher makes us play "King of the Court," just because BYU happens to have 20 racquetball courts. I'm pretty much always the lowly peasant of the court. James is probably good enough to be a merchant or tradesman. But that may soon change, because our apartment complex has a racquetball court! So we should use that as we're paying for it anyway.

By the way, something fun you can shout at people playing racquetball is: "Hey! Quiet down in there! What's with all the racquet?!" (That one was just for Abbey.)

Well anyway, classes are going all right! Since I just had a Relief Society lesson about being optimistic, I've decided to try to have positive thinking and enjoy my classes for the rest of the semester. It's my last real semester!!! And James will soon follow.

Here's an inspirational video. If this dot matrix printer can survive, so can you.