Somebody Stick a Golden Spike to my Head

What a wonderful weekend! First, on Thursday, classes started back. Then, also on Thursday, homework was assigned. All day Sunday and a lot of Saturday were spent trying to remember how to do the simplest of linear algebra, vector identities, and proofs. My absolute FAVORITE math of all time. (If sarcasm carried well on blogs, this whole paragraph would make sense and not make me sound like as big a loser as I am.)

Disc golf in Winchester was pretty good. The course is short, poorly maintained, and mostly falling apart. But it's close. Next time, Lee and I are planning on visiting either the course in Murfreesboro or one in Huntsville, depending on the schedule of our NASA contact on Marshall Space Flight Center (Hammerin' Hank). I want to play Huntsville because its exclusive (requires a badged employee of MSFC to enter, which Hank is), and because the Murfreesboro course is where I injured my ankle over the summer. Murfreesboro is a little closer, all told, but Huntsville has 3 or 4 courses that are supposed to be very good to excellent.

On a surprising-but-good note: my classes have girls in them. Not many, but more than zero. And every class has at least 2. You Arts or Business people may scoff, but when the school has 40 people, all engineers or science majors, females are in short supply. Based on my quick recollection, it's a math major, two engineering science, and a couple AEDC (Arnold Engineering Development Center) engineers probably earning MSME or MSAE.

I'm back to reading more. I had stopped for a while, mostly due to a lack of interest in my available material, but I've started on a sequel to a book I really liked. It's set 8 years after the first, but that's about all I've got right now, at least that will matter to anyone not familiar with the story.

I hate math. Apparently, we were somewhat behind the curve because the professor couldn't have us working on problems over the summer, so he made up for it the first weekend of class. Shear numbers won't impress. I think it was 16, 8, and 11 problems in three sections, but each of those had an average of 4 parts and were things that I haven't done in years. All in all, a bad assignment, a long assignment, and a not-quite-completed assignment. But I seriously doubt he'll take anything up. Seriously doubt to the point that I'm not bothering to make it presentable to anyone but me. And, I want to sleep tonight. More tomorrow.