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Just out of math class. Kirsten was not present. I can't be too judgemental because I am supposed to be in Psych right now. However, according to the syllabus, we are to learn more of the wonder and magic that is the scientific method, and I conclude that my time is better spent here.

My math professor made me want to cry today for no reason at all. I think it's his voice. He's about my dad's age, looks to be in his early 60'a, bald, white beard. He has a sort of soft, almost feminine voice. Gentle. It's nothing to do with his personality or his teaching method, just a coincidence of voice that seems to trigger some sort of sympathy chemical in my brain and make me want to cry. There's nothing that particularly pitiable about him, which is what makes my reaction so very strange and uncalled for. I just wanted to go hug him towards the end of class, when he was going off on a tangent about the relationship to scientific funding and the disproportionate amount of American Nobel prize winners, a tangent loosely based on a Venn diagram he was showing us, and talked a little past the scheduled class ending time, and as people gathered up their things as he was still talking I almost cried.

Ah, well. These things will occur, particularly at certain times of the month.

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