Tag Archives: musings

Take the teacher, not the course

10 Feb

I wrote this before the term started:

One of the biggest reasons that I hate splitting a series of coursework is that you’re fighting at least three things: time, methodology, and instructor. Taking a year gap in my 130 coursework was not the plan, especially since it means picking up with a different instructor (not bad, just different–different generation => different tactics) but it is what it is. The good: all the instructors (former and current) know who I am and I’ve been keeping in touch which means I’m not in a vacuum–if I need help I’ll have it. The bad: I’m picking this up in the second half of the series which means I’m expected to know the material from the first half (information that everybody else in the class has freshly imprinted on their minds.) The ugly: Changing instructors means changing texts… My old text did things in a “reverse” order from the common presentation. Specifically, we jumped right into epsilon delta proofs and continuity arguments whereas almost everybody else and their mother starts with sequences and series, compactness, and subsequential limit points.

It’s going to be an adjustment and I will have my difficulties fighting this material. But call me an optimist–I think I can do this.

I was an idiot, and I was ignoring so many signs. Including the ones I couldn’t have foreseen.  Continue reading


Reflections on the past, states of being, opportunity, and looking forward

16 Dec

As of last Thursday (December 13, 2012) my tenure with the Santa Rosa vertigo clinic is over. However, that hardly means my experience with vestibular rehabilitation is complete. Continue reading

This little piggy went to market.

7 Dec

Or she should’ve. The house has no foodstuffs in it right now and that’s becoming a problem. I’ve entrusted my dad to do the grocery shopping, but he’s a lifelong bachelor who still eats like a little kid with a militant vegetable aversion. It’s just unhealthy and I refuse to eat crap all the time. This does mean, however, that on occasion I will have to go to the store, like an adult capable of feeding herself, and purchase my own edibles. And therein lies the root of my monster right now: I do not do well in the supermarket. Continue reading

Give me an anonymous horse!

4 Dec

First off, totally called it on the rain. But then again, that was never really a question in my mind–just an observation. However, because I’m very much in pain because of said rain, I got to visit Daihachi San for another acupuncture treatment. Continue reading

If there was nothing to regret, there was nothing to desire.

1 Dec

The title of this post comes from an excerpt of a poem by Russian poet Vera Pavlova, and it happens to be the epigraph of David Rakoff’s collection of essays, Half Empty. David Rakoff is one of my favorite writers–probably in my top 10. Is he really that good? To me, yes. Yes he is. Continue reading