It sure feels good to sit at work reading "The Picture of Dorian Gray" instead of "Elementary Number Theory." Mm! The past few days have consisted of cramming as much theory about numbers into my head as possible. Honestly, I've learned more in the past few days than I have all semester, and you know, (elementary) number theory turned out to be pretty fun. They're like little games or puzzles with these cool tricks, like continued fractions: divide divide divide, flip things over substitute substitute, and tada you get this huge fractions within fractions thingy. So technical, I know. And I know I will never be as good as a calculator, but were you to ask me, what is the square root of 2? I could totally give you a series of fractions that converges to the real thing. Honestly. Isn't that NEATO?
Unfortunately, having only a few days and much information, I had to sacrifice a lot of the "theory" part of number theory and just learn the techniques, so I ended up talking to my book a lot: "Blah blah, I believe you, WHERE'S THE FORMULA?". And then I would sing the formulas in some horrendously unmelodious but memorable way so that I wouldn't forget them during the exam. Not pretty. But, to each her own. There's a method to her madness. Or a madness to her method. Or she's just mad. Or just tired. Yep, that's it. I hit the head on the nail. I'm gonna catch some Z's. Later, homestars.
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