THIS. IS. 18.02.

THIS. IS. 18.02. In case you haven’t been able to tell by the lack of bloggage across the board, people have been a little hosed here the last week and a half. Last week’s morale went something like an inverse bell curve centered around Thursday night (“I HAVE 3 PSETS DUE TOMORROW THAT I HAVEN’T STARTED. WHY DID I COME TO THIS SCHOOL.”), and with classes wrapping up today, a lot of people have been having final projects due this week. Outside Cafv © 4 yesterday: Me: Hey, how are you doing? May 11 (grinning): Hiii. I haven’t slept in 2 days. So last night, I had 3 Monsters, and I just sort of wandered around the floor for a while trying to work some of it off. All present: May, you need some sleep. May: But my paper’s on The Lion King! All: May. SLEEP. You get the point. It’s been a little rough here lately. But it’s not like we’ve just been working. With the end of the semester comes the end of some fantastic classes. Yan blogged about Eric Lander’s last lecture in 7.012 (that man is fantastic- TAKE THAT CLASS), and I am officially done with 8.01 TEAL as of yesterday. My sentiments regarding TEAL will have to wait for another entry, though, I think. On Tuesday, though, was an equally important last lecture- Professor Auroux, perhaps the cutest little brilliant French man I have ever laid eyes on, had our last review lecture for 18.02, Multivariable Calculus. In the interest of full disclosure, I have had a mild crush on him since my second lecture in attendance. My first was spent fascinated with his accent, and then I went home and found out that he’s only 31 and plays the piano fantastically and he won me over entirely. I mean all this in the least creepy way possible. But EVERYONE loves Professor Auroux-not only are his lectures good, which is enough to win most people over, but he’s also adorable. And when people love a professor, things are bound to be done to inform that professor of their love. The class of 2010, for instance, opted for a more, uh, explicit declaration of their love of Auroux. Literally. Our class, however, staged quite possibly the nerdiest, most MIT thank you anyone could ever have thought up. And it was epic… also literally. So Professor Auroux: je taime. (And if you could pass me, too, that’d be great.)