The Professor Doesn't Understand People's Hearts

Now that I’ve finished the Calculus exam, all that remains is the Functional Analysis exam for my graduate class.

“I should be able to finish this one quickly!”

I wiped the whiteboard clean with the board eraser, swish-swish-, then wrote out more equations.

Undergraduate exams required me to worry about all sorts of things, like time allocation and difficulty adjustment, but graduate exams were a little different.

Everyone sitting here had willingly walked in because they wanted to do mathematics.

They wouldn’t start bawling- just because I made the problems difficult.

Which meant I could make them as hard as I wanted!

Scribble-scribble-scribble-.

I moved my pen with great excitement.

For the sake of our graduate unnis and oppas, I worked incredibly hard to write these problems...