As things pick up in my real life, my blog life dies.  Normally, that’s a bad thing, to no longer have a life; it comes with all kinds of connotations of being anti-social, awkward, unfriendly, etc. etc.  But somehow, I’m not sure a dying blog life is such a bad thing.  It may mean that I am actually doing productive things rather than procrastinating via blogging.

Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve taken an actual class, so upon walking into my Linear Algebra class this morning, I felt rather lost.  Nevermind that everyone else in the room was 5-6 years younger than me (and way more stylish, at least the girls).  I wasn’t sure how to take notes; I couldn’t write straight on my paper, and I wondered why I ever got to love taking notes on unlined paper.  At one point, I turned around and realized that one of my Freshmen was sitting behind me, in the same class.  And here I am, a grad student, taking remedial Linear Algebra.

The lecturer was interesting; had this almost cute Eastern European accent.  I say “almost cute” because when I first arrived in the room, I thought he was a grad student conducting lectures, and honestly, my first thought was, “Wow, he’s pretty young looking.  And kinda cute, if I were into the tall, lanky, Eastern European type.”  As the class progressed, I decided that he really wasn’t cute at all, and perhaps I was just initially blinded by the shock of his youth.

I’ll just leave you with something he said in class:

Usually, we think of the matrix ruling us.  But in this class, we will rule the matrix.

There were some isolated chuckles in the auditorium of 50 or so.