is that I don’t have swine flu, or “the swine” as we affectionately call it.  The only reason this is a general consensus and not a medical diagnosis is because the health center is so fucking far and I’d rather suffer here in my room than make the trek across campus.  Seriously, whose idea was it to put the health center all the way over there?

My wise JA told me that if I had swine flu (like apparently a lot of people here at Williams do), I would know it because I would feel like dying.  I don’t feel like dying.  I just also don’t feel like going to Greylock for Kids’ Night.  But I also really really want Kids’ Night food.  I also have a really really awesome and loving entry who is willing to bring back Kids’ Night food for me.  Yay!  Entry love!

And I don’t feel like staring at computer screens, which is why this is not going to be lengthy.  It’s also why I’m not finishing my CS program right now, which sucks because for once I actually have a lot of work to do on it.  But I do have grace days, so I can turn it in late.  Oh, and I guess they’re not called grace days here.  How I miss AP CS.

From what I’ve heard about the swine flu quarantine house, it’s a pretty fun place with all play, no work, and lots of food– and a small part of me wants to go there to check it out.  But that would involve either me actually going to the health center and getting diagnosed as having swine flu, which we’ve already discussed I don’t want to do, or somehow sneaking to the house and subsequently catching swine flu from everyone there.  Which I also don’t want to do, needless to say.

The last time I felt this sick was when I was accepted into Swarthmore.  Although rereading that (barely coherent– honestly, I’m doing much better this time around, wouldn’t you agree?) post, I suppose that was just a really bad cold.  This doesn’t feel like a cold.  If this is the seasonal flu, then it’s the first time I’ve had it in longer than I can remember.  It’s been so long since I’ve had a fever, I don’t have a working thermometer anymore.  Immune system, I’m damn impressed.

(PS. I love how “not swine flu” is a tag that already exists on this blog.)

Dear math homework,

You did not make me happy this week.  There are some weeks when you are easy and make me feel smart, and there are some weeks when you are difficult– but I ponder and persevere and still feel smart.  But this week you are difficult and you don’t make me feel smart in the least.

It’s really a pity, because aside from you, today has been a perfectly splendid sort of day, during which I did not sleep in and almost miss badminton, was let out 35 minutes early from linguistics, and ate a lot of Reese’s candy courtesy of Kylen.  But then there was you.

Allow me to briefly enumerate a few reasons why you are not making me happy.  First of all, your problems are such that small errors are liable to occur but impossible to catch.  Second of all, they don’t resemble the example problems we did in class nearly as much as they should, although admittedly that is not your fault but my professor’s (and the people in my class who asked a million questions) for not quite getting to where we were supposed to be in lecture on Wednesday.

And finally, you are so very unkind to people who forget they’re not supposed to evaluate the fucking impossible integral, but merely set it up.  AARGH.  Do you understand now how you are not making me feel smart?  Or even at all competent?

So I think we need to spend some time apart.  And by that, I mean I think some procrastination is in order.

No love,
April

(Because that’s when I actually wrote this.)

Question: Would my chances at getting into the probably-soon-to-be-overenrolled linguistics class next semester increase or decrease if I friended the professor on Facebook and “like”d all his status updates?  He’s actually an active Facebook member, unlike some other teachers/professors with an online presence, and his updates are actually pretty funny, especially since I’m currently in another class of his and get the jokes about the midterm and such.

As an aside, I am in no way, shape, or form attempting to prevent anyone from taking any linguistics class next semester.

I also met with my advisor this afternoon, where we discussed classes for next semester and other such things.  He also needed to remove the advising hold on my registration so I could pre-register for classes (which I’ve now done, yay!).  Anyway, it was a fun meeting because my advisor’s such a cool guy.  And about ten minutes later I received the following email.

A-
I removed your hold.  Go wild.
-D

Such a great email.  It’s like a haiku: so brief and concise, yet saying so much.

Then I came home and did some things, possibly including checking out professors’ Facebook profiles.  I mean, what?

Oh, the other thrilling thing that happened today was me being an accomplice in Prof. Adams’ nefarious plan to drench the 12 o’clock section’s homework with water.  Mission successful.

(Then other things happened after 4 PM, but anyway.)

I’ve never before been awake during the actual Daylight Savings Time switch.  It’s a lot weirder than just sleeping an extra hour.

I had a sip of coffee around 8 and a good amount of sugar after that, and also it’s an hour earlier than I thought it was ten minutes ago, so I’m not really tired.  Go figure.  So instead you get to hear about today!  Hooray!

Today was Halloween and a Saturday.  These facts taken together meant that I spent the entire afternoon glued to a couch in the common room doing absolutely nothing, and the entire evening going to various events including trick or treating at the president’s house, an a cappella concert, an improv comedy show, and an obscenely crowded dance, all with crazy costumes mixed in.

And I do mean obscenely crowded.  It was literally the event going on tonight, so everyone was there at one point or another, and you ended up accidentally dancing with people who were just trying to pass by and it was ridiculous.  And there was a creepy guy in a black cloak and mask who just walked around silently without dancing.  Creeeepy.

Then I came home and witnessed other people coming home, which was interesting.  A good kind of interesting– for me at least.  I would never be so cruel as to retell here some of the things said or topics discussed.  But will I retell them to their tellers tomorrow morning?  You better believe it.

In other news, people in my entry were vanity searching their names in my blog and it was kinda awkward.  It also makes me self conscious about mentioning names.  Note the meticulous (albeit actually unintentional) lack of them in the current post.  By the way, hi entry!

Somewhat ironically, we underwent some serious technical problems in CS today.  At least more serious than the ones we typically undergo, which involve Jeannie’s computer being unhappy and everyone complaining about the wireless network.  (Purple Air, why do you hate my iPhone?)

Today’s problems involved the projector, which refused to project anything but a blue screen of death.  We looked through the menus and were particularly attracted to one option that depicted a smiling face gazing serenely at a screen.  But alas, it did no good.

See, being in CS classes does NOT imply technical know-how.  The only thing that implies technical know-how is being on the staff in OIT, whom we called for assistance.  Fortunately, with their help everything was running smoothly within 20 minutes, so Jeannie could show us photos of cacti and kings of England as was her plan.

After that was calculus, where our professor is diligently training us to become gamblers.

English, however, would have to be my favorite class of the day.  Because we listened to rap and watched music videos and got to hear our very academic and soft-spoken professor say “shit” (“Yes, I do know that word”).

But moreover, because it took a good portion of the hour to figure out how to operate the projector/screen/computer/magical techiness system in the lecture hall– which admittedly was a little complicated but really shouldn’t have required the full mental capacities of ten college students working on it.

… But okay, mostly because we transitioned from Whitman to Jay-Z in a single hour  I later told Alex about this unusual class and he called me a “closet thug,” which I think is a description that anyone who truly knows me would have to agree with.

In other news, yay it’s the weekend!

This post was made possible by two Milky Way bars and one Snickers.

Conversations can transition from Thomas Hardy to sexual homophones (or homonyms) in record time.

And reason #5483 is that you can ask your professors on dinner dates and it only seems a little bit awkward.

One of the saddest things in the world is an empty pop-tart package after you’ve eaten the pop-tarts.  God I love pop-tarts.

We celebrated Emily’s birthday last night with breakup music (?), cookie cake (2/3 frosting, 1/3 cookie), and strawberry pop-tarts (!), as per the birthday girl’s request.  This is why I’m friends with Emily.  (If Emily is reading: this and many other reasons, far too numerous to encompass in a mere blog post…)

One of the happiest things in the world is the (literally) warm fuzzy feeling of brand new sweatpants, especially on a cold gray day.

I bought my new sweatpants before going to my first class of badminton, which I was a little nervous about because it’s like… my first real PE class here.  I shouldn’t have worried.  Nothing, nothing is worse than high school PE class.

It helps that I have some friends in the class, including yet another blog creeper (hey there), and not all of them are badminton pros, so I needn’t have my meager reserves of self-esteem depleted every Tuesday and Thursday.  Also badminton is fun!  And the rackets don’t all suck ass, and it’s only twice a week, and we’re only doing badminton and not floor hockey or softball or seven units of handball as well.  Did I mention that it’s better than high school PE class?

It’s also laundry day, but I’m feeling lazy, so instead of air-drying and making an ordeal of the project, I’m actually using a dryer.  Sorry environment!  Sorry bank account!

Anyway, in other news, I have math homework that needs doing.

This is one of those quintessentially collegiate stories. Except normally when the protagonist sleeps in and has to go running out in the pouring rain without a jacket or an umbrella or breakfast, she’s en route to a class with some cranky professor and not a brilliant math talk that starts ten minutes late anyway.

On a related note, Mission Hill is a lot more brutal when you’re running up it and you got up five minutes ago.

The talk by Prof. Ed Burger was totally and completely worth the effort (and wetness) though.  He’s kind of awesome.

It was one of those talks that don’t really teach you anything radically new (unless you didn’t know much about stochasticity and the sheer overwhelming awesomeness of mathematics and such), but is so amusing and engaging and well-presented that you have to love it.  There was a little math involved, but the crux of the talk was the importance of learning math, and the more important importance of learning how to think mathematically, which is something I whole-heartedly agree with.

And Prof. Burger is a very funny guy.  At one point there was a lady making some noise opening a window outside the lecture hall.  Which was actually a pretty poor idea, since it was cold and raining outside, but at any rate.  He went to the stage door and told her kindly, “Excuse me, I’m giving a lecture…”  She explained that she was just trying to give him some air, to which he cheerfully replied, “Oh, that’s alright, I don’t need air.”

He then returned to the stage and announced, “Good news: the financial crisis has lifted slightly and we can now afford air!”

Goal number two for my Williams career: take a class from Prof. Burger.

Afterward I ran back to Mission, which was slightly more tolerable because I was heading downhill and I had borrowed one of Ben’s jackets.  (Why he had two, I am not entirely certain.)  But it was still pouring rain.  Is still pouring rain.  And I was still hungry.  Am still hungry.

Yesterday’s unpublished miniblog: “Our last swim class was this morning, the calculus homework was not torturous, we talked about Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem (squee) in linguistics, and my window is open.  What more is there to say?”

Today’s real blog:

This weekend is Family Weekend, which is when parents of the class of ‘13 invade WIlliamstown and creep on their kids.  Just kidding.  But they come sit in on classes, check out the dorms, sample the dining halls, etc.  It’s a good time, but it does mean becoming suddenly slightly self-conscious about our conduct.

For instance, like probably all the other entries, we had to conceal our quote board.  I mean, it’s not like scandalous shenanigans happen frequently in our entry.  We just talk about them.  All the time.  And maybe they sometimes happen, but it’s not like I would know anything about that.  Anyway, we also cleaned our common room and removed the condoms from the candy jar.  These things are important for some people’s parents.

There were no parents in CS.  Sadness.

There were about 5 million people in multivariable.  The reasons for this are as follows: 1) multivariable is already huge, and we are typically out of seats; 2) most of the students are freshmen, and therefore 3) many parents were in attendance.  Additionally, 4) there weren’t actually 5 million people in multivariable today, but that is a minor point.  The presence of the parents also made my random knowledge of the word “ablutophobia” even more hilarious than it inherently was.

There were a few parents in English, but English was mostly weird because we were in a classroom in Bronfman with its midget desks instead of our regular more spacious room in Hopkins.  Because we were kicked out by a board of trustees meeting– as if that’s more important than the study of Whitman.

Incidentally, I think it was the same classroom where the calc class I visited back in September ‘08 was held, one of the two classes that hinted at the excessive awesomeness waiting for me here at Williams.

This post is hereby truncated because I am quite distracted.

There are some moments.

There are some moments, and some of them are significant, some of them are exciting, some of them are breathtaking.

But others happen when you’re just walking, just heading to class on a chilly autumn morning, just going to lunch with a couple friends, just coming home after a long day, and you are suddenly acutely aware that you love everything about your life at that moment, you love where you are, you love who you’re with, you love what you’re doing, and you just called your dorm “home” without even realizing it.  Your problems and pain seem so irrelevant compared to the vast perfection of the moment.  And even the moment, this perfect moment, will be irrelevant compared to the thousand possibilities that lie ahead.

The feeling is sometimes so overwhelming it brings tears to your eyes, and you remember when crying from happiness seemed impossible.  You remember when a lot of things seemed impossible.

(Title from one of my all-time favorite XKCD comics.)