thanks for using math
I love this!! (And totally also agree… sigh.)
to prove that i will die alone unless i can find a future husband who also thinks this is awesome.
Source: The Lighter Side of Differential EquationsAuthor(s): J. M. McDill and Bjorn Felsager. The College Mathematics Journal, Vol. 25, No. 5 (Nov., 1994), pp. 448-452. Published by: Mathematical Association of America
So, the masters program didn’t live up to my expectations.
I stuck it out for a whole semester, took the exams, and am in the final stages of heading back to the States.
Now what? Good question - I’m working on it, and will inform the masses once everything’s settled.
Since the end of exams, I have been to Naples, London, and Milan. Tomorrow I’ll be in New York City, and afterwards I’ll be back home in NC while I figure out what’s next. I’m such a hot jet-setter right now; you have a right to be jealous ;-)
Updates are good, no?
Super Quick Update
Just returned from a week in southern Spain, have less than a week before flying home for the holidays. Only 3 days left of classes.
Pictures and stories to come (relatively) soon! :-)
It has been brought to my attention that people still read this thing - which is good, even though I haven’t been posting all that often. I’ll do my best to change that, I promise!
Life is starting to get a bit tougher. Let’s just say the honeymoon phase is over: Italian bureaucracy is no longer “cute;” Italian food is no longer a novelty; even the Italian language is getting to be a pain at times, especially when I just want to speak some freaking English already. Italy - our relationship is on the rocks. Maybe we should take some time off - call it Christmas/New Year’s - and think about why we started this relationship in the first place. Hmph.
Classes are starting to actually be useful, which is nice. The Italian system of learning is a lot like their system of, well, everything - if you want something done, you have to do it yourself, including assignments. Professors don’t give homework: their job is to lecture, your job is to learn. So if you want to practice the material, it would be in your best interest to find a book or website with practice problems (and their accompanying solution sets!) to exercise those neurons. The good part is that after profs are done lecturing, they’ll let you do some lab work to practice - and then your entire grade is dependent on the one and only final exam.
In travel news, I have now visited Nervi, Milano (Milan) and Torino (Turin). I’ll post some pictures and accompanying stories soon. Tomorrow I’m planning on heading out to Cinque Terre, and in a few weeks I’m heading off to Spain. Yay, Europe!
Pretty Sunset from the Death Stairs.
Walking around Genoa is like having your own personal StairMaster, only without all the electricity or the option to just skip it and eat greasy TV dinners on the couch. To get to our classes, we can either take a bus and walk 10-15 minutes up and down several hills, or take a different bus and walk 5 minutes up a 45-degree incline. One is ultimately much faster, while the other makes one’s legs hurt a lot less. I choose the road less time-consuming, and subsequently don’t feel so bad when I eat pasta 10-15 times a week.
And when we get out right before it turns dark, we get a pretty view, too :-)
Sometimes I take up to three buses to get to school. Other days I cut up to two of them outby walking down the mountain along “le creuze.” On especially pretty days like today, I’m rather fond of my choice. :-)
Breast Cancer Awareness in Genova. They turned the fountain pink! It’s kind of like “painting the town red.” Well, sort of, I guess.
Chilled to the Bone
Oktoberfest, Genova style.
One of the best nights I’ve had here so far.
As things start to settle down, I look back on moments like this one and remind myself to make more of them.
For my lovely fans (all 1-2 of you):
I promise I am still alive. Unfortunately, Internet is not so easy to come by, and putting together witty posts with just my iPhone is a bit difficult.
I have recently moved from the city center of Genoa to a residential area on a hill/mountain, and the transition has been very interesting. In the city center, I lived in a fantastic 1-BD/1-BA apartment with a very cool roommate from Taiwan. Unfortunately, she left me to live with an Italian host family, and I needed to move. So I headed off to an old monastery with 12 boys and only 1 other girl. The building is like a dorm, with only 1 kitchen and shared bathrooms.
Interesting doesn’t even cover the half of it.
Nevertheless, I think we’ll all get along… Stay tuned for the inevitably crazy stories!