This semester I'm taking a grad-level course and I figured that it's going to be the time to seriously hit the books and that I should at least attempt to stop dropping (dumb) jokes or asking for clarifications. Probably will not have much time for anything and considered dropping it. Apparently, I don't have to. It wasn't much of a surprise for me to notice that I already like more people here than from my own year. No-one says shit about me behind my back, my comments aren't met with sighs and groans, and people don't assume that I'm asking more complex questions "to show off" or "waste everyone's time on purpose" but because it's fucking interesting and I want to know the answer. I know, shocking. Attending university to be taught and gain the most out of it. Also, I can't believe that my plans for this weekend involve a date and being invited for boardgames.
Anyway, lecturer strongly tried to discourage most people from taking his class. I have to hand it to him, it was definitely the hardest class I attended so far. Harder than most books I've read so far. I could barely keep up at places. The third hour of our first lecture last week was dedicated to solving a single problem in form of a test. The grade wasn't supposed to be decisive but should indicate to people if Classical Field Theory is really what they should be pursuing. In lecturer's own words "this is only going to get harder and over a half of you had problems with this question". Yesterday we got our results back. It was a tense moment broken by seeing both grade and the type of grade.
I got a smiley face.
Yup. I'll have to scan it after classes. Everyone was pretty much speechless when they got their tests back. I gave a proof of a heterogeneous change of base being a proper field transform and my grade is a smiley face. The goal for this semester: getting a gold star on finals. ;)
Now, if only I could find a way to stop having massive splitting "there are sparks at the peripheries of my vision" headaches every few days I would be golden.