oh bach...

So, being the masochistic math major I am, I spend more time in Bachelor Hall than in my own apartment. A different breed of students frequents that building. It's a place where less than 4 hours of sleep/night is the norm...where you oft find a line waiting outside many a professor's office during his office hours. Where the coffee machine runs out of coffee faster than any other machine on campus. Where you can take a class with just as many grad students as there are undergrads (not really fair, if you ask me...). Where you find just as many students who want to be 3rd grade math teachers as those who want to get their PhD. Where you can sit next to someone every day in the computer lab while both of you struggle with this weeks problem set, but don't even know their name. This, my friends, is Bachelor Hall. And probably rightfully named, because very few math majors have time for a relationship. Ha.

This is also where I found my inspiration.

So I get really inspired by quotes. I have a leather-bound journal that I use solely to write quotes that truly inspire me. I'm not sure where it is right now because my life is mega-unorganized (having the life I do can do that to you), but somewhere it sits. Right outside Prof. Magurn's office in Bach there is a bulletin board, which I sometimes gaze at blankly while I wait for him to get to his office hours so I can ask him questions about the seemingly impossible homework he has assigned. There's a quote torn out from a magazine tacked up there that I tend to read over and over, and I finally copied it down the other day.

We have not succeeded in answering all our problems. The answers we have found only serve to raise a whole set of new questions. In some ways we feel we are as confused as ever, but we believe we are confused on a higher level about more important things.
~Found written outside the Math Department at Tromso University

I think this is what growing up is all about.