I’ve been to two of my three classes now. Monday’s class is the heavy reading one, but Dr. H has more energy and enthusiasm for the topic than ANY professor I’ve ever seen, so I think it’s going to be a good class.
Tuesday’s class is the one that begins by reading a matrix algebra primer. Dr. B is clearly brilliant and understands (keenly) that the class is filled with fear and unease, so at least (I think) there’s some chance for success. I managed to (mostly) follow what was said last night, but I do worry about some of my fellow cohort members and their comprehension.
Tonight’s class is the great big unknown. I have no syllabus ahead of class and know there are four relatively thick books. That’s it. This is Dr. P’s first time teaching it, too, so it could be anything… a blank piece of paper on which to draw the next four months of my life. So we’ll see.
Isn’t it weird, though, that my highest levels of anxiety all along have been for the two classes for which I already had syllabi, whereas the big unknown comprises very little of my latent fear? Interesting.
In other news, we’ve got Monday off (work, school, etc.) and so Daniel and I are going to our first-ever Mavs game. I’m actually really excited about it, as I’ve always wanted to go see the Mavs play. The tickets I think are probably not good, but apparently Daniel’s parents got them for free at Dave & Buster’s one day, and they gave them to us. What I’m saying is, it’s hard to complain about the quality of free tickets, y’know?