I hate physics. I hate it with an absolute, burning passion. Do you know what I hate more than physics? The fact that I have to also take physics II. I can't wait. I'm sure the torture of physics II will make the torture of physics I seem like it was a day at the playground. Yippee.
Honestly, I don't know why I hate it because I *love* math. In fact, I love math so much that I sometimes do problems for fun. Yes, I really am that much of a geek. Now, physics is basically math with fancy names, like "Newtons." Sure, Newton was a cool guy and all, but is it really necessary for physics people to be obsessed with him? C'mon now. In either case, physics should not be detested by someone who loves math. All we do in physics is learn 18 new formulas that will all give us the same conclusion, then plug some numbers into our favorite one. Not bad. I can handle that. That part of physics I actually kind of enjoy.
What I DON'T enjoy, however, is the fact that I started my first 2 homework problems tonight, did them absolutely, 100% right, but still got different answers than those given to us by the instructor. I've rechecked my formulas. I've rechecked my math. I get the same answers and they make sense. I have no idea what kind of "herbal remedy" he was smoking when he came up with his answers but they are different than mine. His must be wrong because I'm always right. I guess he didn't get that memo. I'll have to remember to leave a copy of it in his school mailbox on Monday.
Oh yeah, I have to take an exam that evening, too. I'm sure I'll get 100% after he gets his memo. He won't even have to waste his time grading it. I'll be making his life easier. How nice of me. :)