Week 2: Day 11
Today felt like a bit of an easier day, but I fear that that's lulling me into a fall sense of security for tomorrow when we're supposed to veer towards craggy rocks. Or rather, I should say it felt like an easier day until I started doing the practice exercises and came up against wall after wall.
One of the tendencies in myself I'm discovering in this class is I make things more complicated than they have to be, but I'm not quite sure how to remediate that. Just like nearly every other day in class, I had to enlist the help of one of the TAs...and found all I needed to do was change something simple instead of way overthinking. This is both worrying and reassuring; it tells me I've intuitively got a grasp on matters, but that I also don't recognize when and where I do.
And in a bit of a break from the norm, us girls in the class had one of the TAs, F, help us out by the whiteboard. It was supposed to be a little breakout (a breakout is when we focus on an exercise or issue we've been having problems with, and then deconstruct it so the lightbulb goes off), but quickly devolved — in a nice way — into a chat-and-giggle session where we gabbed and gossiped and gadded from one topic to the other.
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