Thursday, 8 September 2022

The First Day…

You’d think that at 67 the thrill of the first day of classes would have faded. But actually, not so much. I find great pleasure in the first classes, where the fields of knowledge, like arcadian fields, stretch out in the distance, green with promise, the inevitable bogs and ravines and precipitous slopes smoothed by distance into an intriguing terrain ripe for exploration. My enthusiasm has not yet been tempered by the practical realities of problem set, or the daunting challenge of resurrecting my very shaky knowledge of tensors after four decades have passed. 

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