Final Understanding

All month in Minnesota, I have been in the bottom half. I had never ever known that feeling before. It has been such a humbling experience, and probably a taste of graduate school, where everybody is good at math. I know it has been a good experience for me to see what it is like to not understand, to go through a class understanding so little that I have to spend an extra few hours outside of class (not including my 4 hour homework time) to understand, but damn, can't I at least get something. Today, something did click in my head, and I was able to see the pattern and understand the rule. Today, hope came and I remembered that as stupid as I may feel here, I am actually able to grasp the material we are learning. The feeling of everything just "clicking" in my brain is one that I have missed for the past three weeks, but now that it is here...Wow, it feels like a true accomplishment.

Update...5 Days until I am back in Tullahoma. I am still loving the people here, and I wish I could take them home with me, but I miss home. I miss the South, where everybody waves to everybody else, and don't assume a wave to be a rude gesture. I miss being in a place where fried chicken and barbecue are actually available instead of tofu and hummus. I miss being in a place where people talk with a drawl, and so slowly that they are actually understandable. More importantly I miss my family and friends back home: all the people who I have known for years, and in some cases my entire life. So, only 5 days, 3 weekdays, 2 class periods, 1 project, and 1 plane ride until I am home.