As of Saturday, I am back at UCSB. I had some trouble getting my internet connection to work, as the university network system is notorious for collapsing when it is most needed. Computer troubles are not yet over for me, however, as I have a very complicated setup with two computers, and it doesn’t work well yet. I’ll see if I can fix that soon.
I managed to purchase textbooks for four (out of seven, presumably) of my classes yesterday. The complex analysis textbook, Theory of Functions by Markushevich, is an amazing book. It is over 1000 pages and has everything, more or less. I found a lot of references to this book last year when looking for a proof of Picard’s Great Theorem. I found out by browsing through this book that the stuff Ryavec was teaching me last year will be covered in the third quarter. That made me feel less stupid than I have in the past for not understanding it, as I only had one semester of complex analysis in high school.
The “textbook” for my 18th century counterpoint class is a book of music. To be precise, it contains the English suites, the French suites, the partitas, the Goldberg Variations, the inventions, and the sinfonias by Johann Sebastian Bach. I also managed to get the books for Greek 1 and Functional Analysis. Therefore I need only find the books for algebra, tuning and temperament, and Yiddish.
By some weird fluke (I presume), I ended up in exactly same room in which I resided last year. But happily, there are now six math majors in the house, as opposed to the one we had last year. Even the RA is a math major.
I now have the unenviable task of searching for professors and asking them for enroll codes to classes whose prerequisites I have not fulfilled.
Being here and not having classes is boring.