Today’s post will combine pure math, poetry, and a photo into one probably terrible post that I will not be able to take full credit for. However, I have not seen the proof of said lemma prior to today.
Despite the name of this post, I have three claims.
(a) I am not Henry David Thoreau.
(b) I will not be spending a night in jail.
(c) GO ALONG! GO ALONG! GO ALONG! (though I am not full of contempt right now.)
Today, I am grading my Calculus I first exam (there was also a zeroth exam–the gateway). I’m noticing something nice–people are doing MUCH better on this exam than they did on the gateway, and sometimes even on the first homework assignment!
It’s told me quite a bit about how exams should go from here on out.
I was listening to my music while grading (yes, I guess grading means I have to Face the Music…) and something interesting came up.
I’ve been asking myself this question… or putting together this statement, in quite a few ways lately.
Last weekend included יום כיפור (Yom Kippur) on Friday-Saturday, and this week, I have gotten back to research. Last week, things were not making sense with my research, as I was appearing to get two conditions for a single unknown variable, and these conditions were inconsistent. Clearly, I knew that SOMETHING was wrong.