Just got back from GATE. Frustrating at times, and my mind is absolutely exhausted, but many a fond memories came back. First of all I saw Ben (G.) get frustrated and pessimistic, much like I do on occasion in math classes, and I immediately recalled that sort of frustration from 8 years before, when there was a boy in my piano lessons class who had the same energy emitting from him when he was frustrated. I recognized it immediately, and asked if he was the same Ben that took piano lessons with me when I was little, and he said yes. A friend found from long ago, and in a funny way. He's probably still better than me at reading music, and he's probably still better at me in math, and he has an amazing study sense, but he does get extremely frustrated and can give up, whereas I will persevere in the worst of situations - I'll be there for you if you need me.

I'm not going to talk about how school went really because I don't have time - it's 9:30 and I still have some math I want to get done . . . well, not want to get done, but need to get done for tomorrow. After school I tutored my friend Cristy in Geometry, we're going to start doing it every Tuesday during the first 20-30 minutes of Improv when she needs me so I can get a full hour of tutoring from the school and a full $8.00 for the service. A nice source of income - I'm helping a friend and she's not paying anything for it but her own time.

After tutoring was Improv, where we had as much fun as always, and I leisurely enjoyed a Coke so I could get some caffeine in me for the rest of the night.

After Improv, GATE until 7:00 - all Math. GATE Math . . .what a nightmare in itself - the hardest forms of math for the best of students. In two hours I got a summary of an entire trigonometry book from Mr. Mc something (can't spell his name if I tried), but he was a good teacher. He taught me all about frequencies, periods, altitudes, and anything else I needed to know about infinity sin graphs and cosine graphs and some handy formulas that I will need to know.

It was all fun, but now my mind is gone, and I don't even have the endurance to write any longer.

Take care my friends - my mom wants the internet anyway so I shouldn't keep her.

P.S. This entry is pretty literal because it was a very literal day. There is nothing analytical about mathematics, unless one was to reflect the idea of mathematics reflecting the complicated mind of evolving man. That would be stretching it.