Plan II Physics has its reputation as one of those "rite of passage" classes that you hate while you're taking and remember nostalgically afterward. By this point, I don't see how the latter is possible.
Our midterm is tomorrow. We had our normal TA session today (which, by the way, was not announced in the course schedule, so that out of several options offered, the only one I can make is all the way across campus from the class I have right after it), so naturally, it was a review session for the test that was less than 24 hours away. The first question pretty much set the tone for the entire review:
Jordan Frisby: Can you explain the thought process we should be having when we're trying to do a double-slit problem?
TA: Uh...not off the top of my head, no.
...awesome. T-minus 15 hours, 19 minutes until death. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Physical Jolt
I've finally been able to put into words that feeling that hits me sometimes, the one that comes out of nowhere, the one I've resigned myself to just waiting out. It's boredom, an intense, pervasive boredom that opens my eyes to the pointlessness of whatever I happen to be engaged in at the time. The kicker, though, is that it also makes anything else that I could be doing -- studying, reading, writing, talking with friends or strangers -- seem equally futile. In those moments, I feel like everything I'm doing, everything I could be doing, and everything I've ever done is just filler, a stimulus meant to keep me occupied in the absence of some greater pursuit that I'm not sure will ever come.
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