Is fun.
right up until it isn't.
actually, it is usually the other way around.
It is heartbreak. Frustration. Painstakingly overwhelming.
until you get it.
and the numbers fall into place in a way you could never imagine.
Such beauty. Such clarity.
Oh wait, is it backwards? why is it backwards?
and you are back, back to square one and you hate yourself all over again.
Or its 5am and you still haven't finished an assignment.
Or its 12pm and you have 300 lecture slides to rewrite.
Or you are handing in an assignment you just can't convince yourself is correct.
but then there are the moments. Some small moments. That make you love the apparent simplicity of what otherwise is intimidatingly complex.
rant over.
In other news, the Senior Consultant from my department at PwC is giving a speech at uni next week, for a "Careers in Mathematics" talk. Have I officially made it? What a scary, and exciting thought.
right up until it isn't.
actually, it is usually the other way around.
It is heartbreak. Frustration. Painstakingly overwhelming.
until you get it.
and the numbers fall into place in a way you could never imagine.
Such beauty. Such clarity.
Oh wait, is it backwards? why is it backwards?
and you are back, back to square one and you hate yourself all over again.
Or its 5am and you still haven't finished an assignment.
Or its 12pm and you have 300 lecture slides to rewrite.
Or you are handing in an assignment you just can't convince yourself is correct.
but then there are the moments. Some small moments. That make you love the apparent simplicity of what otherwise is intimidatingly complex.
rant over.
In other news, the Senior Consultant from my department at PwC is giving a speech at uni next week, for a "Careers in Mathematics" talk. Have I officially made it? What a scary, and exciting thought.
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