Dr. Thursday: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Math

Today was a generally pretty quiet day.  We had class in the morning as usual—Nick Rekuski noticed a dearth of mechanical pencils in his backpack whilst Michael acquired a .35mm mechanical pencil, which was the product of fine German workmanship—and in the afternoon we went to the national museum; however, since a large part of our class is going to Vienna this weekend, we first stopped at the train station and picked up tickets.

Once we got to the train station, Bruce Hanson The Great and Wonderful found the ticket office in less than 15 minutes.  After finding the international ticket office, we didn’t sojourn towards anything because we will be sojourning tomorrow after our exam, to be continued…

We met a very helpful English speaking woman who sold us our tickets.  After getting our tickets, which look very cool by the way, we proceeded towards the museum, along the familiar route that we take to and from class each day.

Once we walked 50m from the tram to the museum, Bruce told us in a stern voice to wait here while he gets the tickets.  After what seemed like an endless amount of time, The Honorable Professor Dr. Hanson came with the tickets we needed but didn’t deserve. He stood at the stairs, booming over us, reminding us of Rocky Balboa, not Rocky the flying squirrel.

So we entered the building and went to the basement where another lady helpfully showed us where to put our backpacks, which we didn’t want to carry all around the museum and also so we wouldn’t knock over anything, which was a win-win for everyone.

In the museum, we saw our favorite Hungarians Egérhazy, Széchenyi, Gábor, Lajos, and Kossuth.  However, we did not spend too much time in the museum, since we had a mandated, cumbersome, soul-crushing, decimating, apocalyptic exam tomorrow.  With an ideal study time of thirty-seven hours and only 14.25666 repeating of course hours left, we needed to use time travel to study long enough.  Since we didn’t have that, we studied numbers and primes and GCDs and other topics for as long as we could to endure the test that is our midterm tomorrow.

Not too much else exciting happened today.  Joe went missing for 5 minutes, Nick R found hummus, and Nick N had another Langós.

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