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poor mitul, struggling with physics. but let me assure you, my dear, that you are not alone. the fact that i am majoring in the subject does not mean that i have any special talent in it it's more like this:
person 1: hey, what's that?
person 2: oh, nothing. vega's just failing physics again.
i have the same problem as you - no matter how hard i try, how much i read and re-read the textbook, how much i ask my friends for help, i still get my problem sets back with a nice big F on the front.
(note: this is hyperbole. they don't actually write the letter grade)
(note 2: i have so far got back two problem sets, one in O&W and one in QM. the marks were 5/15 and 9/15 respectively. the real agony is that 3/4 of the class got a B or better on them)

but enough of these sad, sad thoughts. let us instead reflect upon vega's glorious weekend of glory!!!^TM
it started out with drama - the subway was having a fit, and by the time i got ON the subway at spadina i should have been getting OFF at islington. as a result, i got home at 3 on friday, and almost immediately ran back out the door.
kate drove me to the airport. the lines weren't too bad, but my plane was delayed a bit. the plane was the tiniest little thing i've ever seen! it seated 39 passengers.
the flight was very short. i got to boston's logan airport, took the subway and then the train.
i got off the train at worcester, looked around, and saw josh running towards me. ^_^ i ran to him and we hugged and we both had so much momentum that it quite hurt.
we went to a coffee place called the java hut with two of his friends, and then went home.
we did nothing you want to hear about, except possibly watching ella enchanted and moulin rouge, both of which were awesome. go jimi mistry!
i got home, and am now here.
i had the most amazing and wonderful and magical and brilliant weekend. ^_^ i can't wait to do it again.

josh roxors my soxors.