On this day, I learned a boat-load about poetry; how you should try to maintain a progression of thought and emotion, how to give extra emphasis to lines by a mixture of end-stopping and enjambment, how easy it is to misinterpret the most obvious things (to me) and a slew of other things. I think I got a lot out of tonight’s class. Three hour classes are just so exhausting.
I learned that you can calculate the constant pressure specific heat by adding the gas constant (not universal, universal divided by molar mass) to the constant volume specific heat. You can get the change in enthalpy by multiplying the change in volume by the constant pressure specific heat, and the change in internal energy by multiplying the constant volume by the change in pressure. I learned that Temperature vs. Specific Volume graphs look a lot like Pressure vs. Specific Volume graphs, except the constant pressure/temperature (respectively) lines have trends with opposite sense (up vs down)
I learned that perhaps women aren’t equal afterall, in the eyes on the law.
I learned that munk means doughnut in swedish. Once upon a time, I knew it meant doughnut, but I had no idea what language. And in the intervening years, I forgot entirely that it existed at all.
I learned that in Knittish, DPN stands for double pointed needles, a very dangerous implement.
I learned that pineapples grow on the ground. Seriously, I never had a clue.
I also learned that daffodils need to be thinned out (well, separated) every 6 years or so so they can maintain the best bulb -> happiness ratio, and that you shouldn’t plant them right under trees.