Mr. Midterm

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Test

I really don't feel like this tonight, but if I don't write it now, I won't ever get back around to it. Excuse typos, they'll be fixed later.

Math midterm: 7 problems, all from the homework. I "finished" in about 30 minutes but sat around until two other finished so as not to seem as big a dork as I am. I have to hold down the "cool group" image. I'm the weak link as it is. It's possible Amy finished at about the same time I did, but she also waited for another person to make motions of completion. I had to guess on one problem, but I think it's close to right (and I provided two different explanations). The others I'm fairly confident on. 5 out of 7 almost for sure, and most of the other two, depending on partial credit.

After math, to calm the nerves, the Superfriends (Lee, Heather, Amy, and I) went outside to throw around a frisbee. The ladies seemed a little upset about the deer droppings, so I didn't mention the piles of it all over the place. I think Amy reads this, so she'll know now. Hi, Amy.

We returned to the office of Superfriendiness for lunch, then trekked downstairs for the Inviscid midterm. I felt that was easy enough. No joke, and by no means "simple," but fair based on homework and example tests. On that test, I did finish quickly and get out of Dodge. From our post mortem, I think Lee and Heather were OK, but not great, and Amy seems more worried than probably she should. I told her that if she didn't do well (by her own standards), that I'd help her prepare for the final so that she'd ace it, and get an A for the class. Now, it's in print for the world to see. And, when I give my word on something, public or private, I do everything I can to keep it.

I had to get some brochures from the Admissions office to take to CBU Thursday, and Lee ran out to the labs. No one else was at the labs, so after I got what we needed, we left school and headed for home, where I baked a hot fudge cake, rolls, and cornbread. Lee provided grilled marinated chicken. Amy brought mashed potatoes and a cauliflower casserole. Heather brought a salad. And we all stuffed ourselves. I have to say that although the chicken was excellent, the salad crisp, and the rolls and dessert mine, the cauliflower casserole was most excellent-est. The mashed potatoes were good, too, but those I have the ability to do myself. We ate and watched Evolution, as an unwinding from midterms. After the movie, Heather needed to go because of a class tomorrow morning, but Amy stayed and watched Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

I guess I should mention here that Amy sat on the floor the whole night. I kept offering her a seat on the couch, to move a chair, or to go get another chair, but she was perfectly content on the floor. I felt like a bad host, but she insisted. Whatever makes the pretty girl happy.

After Amy left, Lee and I watched Dr. Strangleove Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Weird, funny, satrical, and weird. Lee and I got the dishes done, and now I'm going to bed. Next update from Memphis. More tomorrow.