Someone's got a problem

So this guy named James - a double major in Physics and Music - seems interesting enough that I've been trying to get to know him. (No not that way. He has a girlfriend which as you will soon see baffles me.) In the course of me suggesting the 9PM Mass choir to him, he objected that he had no time...

"Wait - four midterms next week? How many classes are you taking?!" (He had a midterm last Friday, too - Diff Eq with me.)

"I'm taking 25 units. Well, actually 28 - don't tell anyone."

"You madman! You must be kidding me!"

I am slightly embarrassed by how much admiration was in my voice when I said that. But all things told, where does he get the time to talk to his girl, much less go on dates?!

A tad of relief

I forgot to mention it yesterday (blame Lia, she convinced me to watch two major Doctor Who serials in a row) (or rather blame me, because I started talking to Lia about youtube codenames for serials - which are awesomely confusing), but Will said just the right thing regarding Friday's midterm...

"[I did so horribly on that test/my ego is bruised...]"
"Ooh! I mean, I hope your ego is okay, but math's much more fun when it's difficult!"
"True!"

Anyway, I got a C despite only getting 52%. I know everything I did wrong - it was partially stupid algebra mistakes and partly that I totally forgot integration by parts. So I know what I need to study.

Also, my ego was assuaged by classmate James telling me I did better than he, even though he got 10s on all the homework - he picked the wrong methods for three of the five problems. OUCH.