#physics bachelor

- mathematic majors (and professors) glowing over a piece of math being beautiful, and then equally frustrated by ugly integrals 

- sitting on the kitchen counter, a couple drinks in, it’s the time of the night and semester where we all check the fail percentage of our classes together. exam period here we come.

- also we check the website of the easiest classes to pass at our uni (based on amount of course-work mostly). but it’s psychology so not worth it, at least we’ve concluded with that so far. one day. 

- quotes getting written down and voted on, before appearing in our newspaper. suddenly you’re a bit drunk in france and “doesn’t the local university have better science programs than biology? what do you mean” is your first quote, lame. also having to explain to biology students.  

- seeing your tutors drunk. better when it’s someone you get to know at 3 am, the most shit-faced person you’ve met so far and you high five over both being bisexual and it turns out he’s also supersmart and the one you have to ask to learn you linear algebra without laughing at 8 am, a week later.  

- everyone arguing over whether a math proof a person did is valid, using the back of a pizza cardboard box a friday night. all drunk of course. me sitting back because i’ve already had it explained half an hour before we arrived.

- walking in on older students in the break room, all looking so defeated that you have to ask what lecture they all came from. looking your (hopefully) future in the eyes.