Dear Math,

We've have a great run, you and I. This summer, you've taken me through eigenvectors, symmetric matrices, linear equations, differential equations, Fourier series, heat equations, and a plethora of other great memories.

Hanging out with you in 10th floor Evans has been amazing. However, math, I've noticed that you've become so much more jealous of my attention recently. You span R^n in my life, math. You're seeping into every facet of my consciousness and unconsciousness. The null space of my time spent outside of you would only contain the trivial solution.

So, I'm sorry. Friday must necessarily mark the end of our relationship.

Perhaps I will see you sometime Spring 2009.

With sorrow,

V

Math and I have such a love-hate relationship. Seriously, our relation is perfectly orthogonal. ... maybe anti-parallel would be a better description, but it would be orthogonal in the sense that we crash at perfectly right angles and our dot product would be zero.

SO TIRED. Anyway, apparently the link below is a REAL breakup letter. It falls under the lolwtfbbq-EPICFAIL category in my book. (S showed it to me.)

http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/

Trying to salvage my relationship with math. I just don't understand it. Oh, heat equations, how you confuse me so.