Spring Break.

Hooya. Spring break is one of those events in life that is always hyped up to something so much more than it is. As of Wednesday I was licking my lips at the thought of actually sitting around for an entire week doing absolutely nothing. School has kept me insanely busy, and a week without work seemed to be an ecstatic delight. Though, as of Thursday I had two unpleasant surprises. I was asked to write a ten-page paper in History, as well as a ten-page paper in Argumentation and Debate. Shit. As a result, my entire 'one week of sitting around doing absolutely nothing' turned into 'two hours of sitting around and doing absolutely nothing’ - to which I have just finished. I figure I’d start on the History paper first, though tragically my Internet decided to die.

So, the topic of my history paper: I must do a biography of a mathematician. I've chosen a gentleman that died in a duel, Évariste Galois. So, story goes, the night before the duel he stayed up all night writing feverishly to all of his friends about the mathematical discoveries he made in a futile attempt to reach out and escape the clutches of death. I plan to transpose that situation onto the whole of humanity, once again, and in turn wrap the paper up in the fashion,

'Interestingly enough, Galois’s situation of staying up the night before his death can be symbolically broadened to that of humanity and its on going quest to escape the inevitable end that threatens to erase all its accomplishments into the cold solemn pages of “History Forgotten”. The act of Galois reaching out and trying to pass that which he knew onwards towards someone, anyone, is symbolic of the human race trying to defy the ravages of time and decay. The Egyptians built pyramids to defy their eventual erase into history, western cultures have done it via massive skyscrapers that seem to spit in the face of mortality, and so too have mathematicians tried in their vain attempt at avoiding mortality by publishing the most beautiful of equations; though in the end, all of humanity will eventually meet the same fate, the fate that Galois shared on May 31, 1832, but until that moment they are collectively staying up all night in a futile attempt to make something, anything, immortal so they that they too may escape the ravages of time, if it only be for a brief and fleeting moment."

Well, something like that. I suppose its rather tragic that I don’t know anything about him, other than his death, though I already have the entire paper constructed in my head; and not only I have done that, but I’ve also included my own twisted dismal philosophy about the future of the human race. Score!