Let no one look down on your youthfulness, but rather in speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity, show yourself an example of those who believe.
1 Tim. 4:11
Things do not look good on the home front. Research for the IQP, which must be done ASAP—within the next couple of weeks, I guess—has stalled and refuses jump-starting. I think the battery has lost all capability to hold electrons; I’m having doubts as to if it has ever heard of electrons, at this point. My logarithmic sweep of interest in Writing about Disease and Public Health has also reached an unlogarithmic plateau as my first writing assignment, a 1000-word “translation” from scientific journal to news article, capped out at 350 words. It’s a good 350, but I need to squeeze a great deal more substance out of the two articles we have to work with. AT least I’ve remained consistent in Calculus: my path of understanding could be described as a linear function with a slope of negative infinity. Unfortunately learning the formal definition of limits (which I hear I won’t need ever again) has caused me to bottom out and Ian’s witty explaining skills to dry up. They’re the only dry thing around here, though—the paint’s not dry, our sweat won’t dry, and neither will our carpets, bed, or chairs.