Proof

So I started my first day of 'classes.' That is to say, seeing that I was going to be in trouble with physics if I didn't shore up my non-existent math skills first, I opted to finally hit the math hard. And rather than pay any money (and dedicate what looked like way too much time in class), I took the semester off from RCC and instead am getting the knowledge right from the source: Ralph Kopperman.

That's right - my dad invented math. Well, he might as well have, since he seems to practically exist inside of it. And it was kind of a tough decision, since I've had problems working with my father in this way before, but there really isn't any other approach that makes sense, so I have to man up (or man down, in this case) and just do it.

And you know? Once I made the decision, I have to say today was very enjoyable. What usually happens when I'm working over problems on my own is that I get a pulsing pressure over my left temple, and I simply freak out and can't think. But when there's someone in the room who knows what they're doing - even if they don't help me - I telepathically pick up on their confidence and solve the stuff (more often than not) calmly and with ease.

If nothing else, it means I can finally take a part of my father's legacy that I've always avoided out of fear, ignorance or boredom - his knowledge.

But still... that calculus is going to be a bitch. I just know it.

D.