I walk into the room, dressed like a maroon version of Rocky, sans the boxing talent.
This is it.
Two hours later, I walk out, feeling like a new man.
This is, of course, my final Calc final we’re talking about.
It is now over.
It would make sense that five minutes before this final, I found out that this is the hardest section of my level of calc, but that’s all irrelevant now.
Royce Da 5’9” once said that “a wise man told me that holdin’ a grudge is like lettin’ somebody just live inside your head rent free,” and so in a similar vein, I thought it would only be fair to evict, metaphorically speaking, the calculus that was in my mind.
In so doing, I had several thoughts.
For some reason, people here find it hard to believe I was on the math team in high school (I can’t quite fathom why…), but back in the day that was indeed true. Sure, I was terrible, but that’s besides the point.
It’s been a long time since 11th grade math (and for that matter, my first midterm here, that I did…historically poorly on), when the element Foldonium was discovered by my math class to this day.
My favorite math-related moment from this year is unequivocally when my TA asked me in tutorial if a certain yak was mine…which it was.
And on that positive note, I want to thank not the Academy, but the people who got me through math this year in one piece. From imprisoning me in the Reg to teaching me basic trig to everything in between, my not failing was a team effort.
In the meantime, this will now be me, while I binge watch Netflix and sleep for hours: