It's OVER!

This semester was a rough one. But now it's over! :D

Merry Christmas!!

One Day...

Last night I took a test where I had to prove the Mean Value Theorem and also the Second Fundamental Theorem of Calculus:

It was beautiful.

I definitely had help. And some dark chocolate chips.

In these upper level math classes, the numbers turn into words. Worms, Roxanne! Here are all of the words and numbers I basically had to memorize for this test.

Yesterday was a hard one. I also had a presentation to give. It all gave me an amazing headache. My brain is getting the work out of it's life.
Here are the things I still have to do:

• Two sections of homework problems for Real Analysis
• Test in Computer Science
• 10-or-so-page paper for Intro. to Applied Mathematics
• Project 4 (writing code for a program that will allow a game of Sudoku) for Computer Science
• Test for Differential Equations with Linear Algebra
• Other part of final for Real Analysis

One day...


One day this semester will be over...





P.S.
Tom and I were talking about how you should always write something down for your answer even if you don't know what it is. We were joking about writing a note to my teacher if I really had no clue or maybe saying "the guy next to me just picked his nose" or something. Well. Last night just before I started on the Second Fundamental Theorem of Calculus proof, I smelt a stink that no human should ever have to endure-especially while taking such a brain and spirit requiring test.

             "Hi Brother Cox. Just before I started this proof, the dude next to me let out a big one. It's really affecting my ability to think..."

Finally

December is here.

 Clearly.

Now just to get through my final tests and projects...

"Her name Is Um. Idiot!"

My mean streak is over. Too soon.

The other day two girls in a row were all smiley at me. And I actually smiled back! And while I was looking down to see if I had something on me, my teacher Brother Stowell was walking by and said "Hi Lilia." Weirdo I am.

Yesterday on my cold walk down from the Ricks to the Hart I saw a guy trying to get up the hill in his wheelchair. Well wouldn't you know, I asked if I could help him. I don't know what's happening. Then this guy started talking to me about snowboarding while were we walking down some stairs and then I talked to this girl that works in the locker room that misses me because I'm being fat now and then I talked to my visiting teaching companion and told her I'd miss her because she's moving out. All before I could stop to wait for Tom to change after his workout. Psh.

I did learn some things while in my mean stage. It's all about pride. I knocked shoulders with people not because I was humble and willing to move for them, but because of my pride. Thinking they should really move for me because I'm Lilia Barrett. "Do you know who I am?" I am short with people because I don't want to give them my time of day. Because I think I'm too good to talk to weirdos like them. When in fact I am a weirdo too. We all have problems. And like I learned from the lesson on a recent Sunday, being nice to people will help them change for better more than telling them they have problems will help them change. I'm so proud. But that can change. It's all so strange to watch the change...

 Frozen cranberry sorbet. Mixed again. Then frozen again.

Mmm that looks good.

And I'm not totally nice now just because I'm not feeling too mean. I'm still mean. ;)

Cool huh?

Last night's homework.

Remember this thing?

I made cranberry sorbet yesterday in preparation for Thanksgiving!
How the cranberries really looked:

How they looked with a flash:

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Randoms

The other Sunday we were making tacos...

and we saw our neighbor's dog and another dog all alone in the dog area.

The dog on the right lives below us and the dog on the left is their friend. We hear them yelling and screaming at the football games on Sundays together. Poor dogs. (Hly if you're reading this, don't tell anyone that I write about them;).

Here's Hannah's birthday card I made her. Since she finally got it, I can post it. :) The frogs are singing Happy Birthday to her.

And he's my favorite. I stole this idea from online so don't go looking for the original.. or telling anyone. So secretive I am. :/

And Gwinna's onsie.. too big for now though.

This is the only pink in my home. And just for the month. Clearly.

Coolest calendar ever.

Happy Birthday Hannah!

Yes, I stole this from you. We're just too cute! Happy Birthday Hannahs! I'm glad you were born as my sister! I love you!