Math Gives me Fever

The good and the bad kind, it turns out.

I sacrificed my whole weekend to study for a midterm I had today. Really, the whole weekend-- Friday day and night, Saturday day and night, and Sunday day and night. The exam was long and tough, but I do feel extremely pleased with having all these new techniques and methods solidified in my mind. That's the good kind of fever.

The bad kind is the actual fever and wet cough I came down with today. BLECH. So since I'm just lying here burning up in bed, pouring Vitamin Water down my throat like it's my job, and since Shel Silverstein is my preferred bathroom reading lately, here's a little poem I wrote to commemorate the day of my Math 583b midterm.

Professor, O Doctor of this stuff, come quick-
Advanced mathematics is makin' me sick.

Contours for integrals tangle my hair,
singular points fly like knives through the air.

Limits that threaten like time-bombs to blow-up
wreak havoc on guts. They just might make me throw up.

My codes iterate- IF WHILE FOR- so inane!
The looping forever short-circuits my brain.

Interior complimentations of sets
in this space may be dense, but they sure make me sweat.

Staying up late every night for analysis
Surely will usher in spinal paralysis.

Doctor, Professor, please tell me the cure.
I guess you know best. Better study some more.