I started my summer class this morning at 8:30. I'm taking Calculus II at a satellite campus (which lies about 30 minutes down the train tracks from me). The city of Stamford is quite pleasant, and the refreshing sense of freedom I am experiencing this week at home alone was further intensified by the beautiful weather and the fact that I biked to and from the train station. The walk from the Stamford train station to the Stamford campus was extremely pleasant, and made me wish I had never given up rollerblading.
The class itself seems good enough. My professor, a quiet looking man who pushes his sarcasm through a thick Italian accent is eccentric and just disorganized enough to make him appealing. The class is large, and I have a feeling I won't strike up real friendships with anyone in the class, despite several lively conversations today. It seems that the electric anxiety that courses through most classes during the first meeting has been diluted to some degree by the relaxed summer-time atmosphere. We skipped review and plunged straight into the first chapter, and when I got home I finished five of the recommended review problems.
In other news, I just recently returned from a trip to Acadia National Park, in Maine. I stayed five days there with Sarah, and despite rainy weather on the second-to-last day (which consequently ruined a potential whale-watching cruise), the trip was tremendously enjoyable. I got a great deal of joy out of cooking my own food, trying (largely in vain) to start campfires in the face of adverse, rainy Maine weather; and the new experience of waking up to someone every morning and being perfectly content. There's no other way to describe it.
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