The Life of a Mathematician

I made the trek to The River Academy this morning to say goodbye there. The bike ride was darker and colder than the last time I did it, but a pair of gloves made a tremendous difference. When I first walked out, the beauty of the night sky hit me with an almost physical force. I don't know why it came across so strongly; I've seen the stars recently. If I were more of a poet, I would write a hymn of praise to the Creator of Orion.

I decided to get off the bus before the station for once, since this could save me a few minutes in terms of when I started pedalling, and involved trading an uphill block for a level one. Unfortunately, I forgot which was the correct stop and ended up trading the uphill block for several level ones. I think I broke even and got to the school about the same time as I would have leaving from the station.

Since it was Monday, I was there for the weekly assembly. Afterwards, I talked to the precalc class for a few minutes, telling them where I was going and why, and taking the opportunity to say good things about their teacher behind his back since he was out of town today. I had spoken to all the faculty I knew before school started, so after taking my leave of the class I headed back to the bus station and was able to catch the 9:15.

I've got more than half my boxes packed, and should be able to ship some of them today since there will be too many for a single load.