Gene B. Kim

So I’ve learned all I’m going to learn in graduate school in the past month. Recipe for graduate school:

Then…

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First off, many thanks to Jeremy for texing the files up for me. You can go to the SMC on Thursdays at 10:00 AM and thank him by asking him lots of questions! Or by bribing him. He likes cookies.

This would be what the midterm would look like if I got to make one. Fortunately, I don’t.

Review Problems

Answers

I’ll go over these problems, the previous homeworks, and a few other problems from the textbook at the review session. The review session is at Boelter 3400 on 10/21 (Tuesday) from 6:00 - 7:50 PM.

10/11/08:

The new layout to this page totally killed the sexy table format I had before. Anyways. I was playing 2/3 NL. Now California cardrooms (”casinos”) have this weird system where at each game, there are fixed buy-ins. For example, the 1/2 NL, you have to buy in for $40, and for 2/3 NL, you have to buy in for $100.

I sat down, and went through six garbage hands. Then I picked up 5c5d at the cutoff spot. There were 4 limpers, so I raised to 25. UTG called and two other limpers called. So the pot is about 100. Flop was 2c 4h 6s. Pretty dead. The SB leads out, putting in 25. The limpers fold; I’m sitting there thinking “what the fuck can he have?” I don’t think he’d have two pair; no way he’d call a preflop raise with that shit. Maybe he has an overpair? Then again, UTG limped under the gun, so I didn’t think he had anything of the sort. So what do I do? I shove for about 70 more. He calls! And flips over… A6. Wow. Seriously? Anyways, turn is Kd, and then, I spike 3d on the river for the straight.

I let a few more orbits of garbage hands go. And then I pick up AsTs under the gun. I thought about throwing it away, but instead, I raise to 12. Dealer calls and SB calls. Pot’s about 35. Flop is Tc 8d 7s. SB checks. I bet 20, slightly over half-pot. Dealer shoves for 30 more, and the SB shoves for 70 total. I have about 350 left, and I’m curious. Well, I guess I knew I was beat, and I don’t know what I was thinking, but I called. Dealer had J9 for the nut straight, and SB had pocket eights. Haha. So fucked. Turn was Ac and the river was 7d, giving the SB the winning hand, eights full of sevens.

After a few bluffs and calling the bluffs, my stack was at about 500. It was my last orbit and last hand, and I pick up Ac2c UTG. I raise to 10. Dealer called, and everyone else folded. Flop was 5s 7d 2c. I bet 15 and he called. Turn was 5d. I bet 30 and he called. I give up my hand; river is 3h and I check. He bets 120, and I fold. I’m just curious as to what he had. High pair? Sevens? Deuces? What was he calling me down with?

+340

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10/14/08:

Nothing to say really. I spent the first ~60 hands throwing away shit. I got K4 twelve times and Q2 seven times. It was truly amazing. First playable hand I get is AsTd UTG. I raise to 12. The guy after me (asshole #1) re-raises me to 24, and the SB (asshole #2) re-raises to 75. Like… what the fuck, guys. I throw the hand away, and the two assholes duke it out. Queens (asshole #2) against Eights (asshole #1), and asshole #1 spikes an eight on the turn for a set. Jackasses.

After two more orbits of garbage, I get TsTc UTG. I raise to 10. Asshole #1 re-raises to 30, and the SB (asshole #3) re-raises to 70. I have ~40 left, and I’m sick of getting shit and these two assholes, so I throw in the rest of my chips. So we’re all all-in. Asshole #1 has nines, and asshole #3 has kings. Bricks all around, and I lose. =[

-100

Probably one of the worst (not monetary but disappointing) sessions.

So I was TAing today… And then there was this damn problem from Stewart’s calculus book (6th edition); it was from Section 14.3, which is Arc Length and Curvature. The problem 46 states:

Find the equations of the normal plane and osculating plane of the curve at the given point.
x = t, y = t^2, z = t^3; (1, 1, 1)

I mean, you have to understand that the last time I’ve seen this shit is when I was in ninth grade… which was eight years ago. So I was standing there, blubbering like an idiot, and eventually, I wrote some long, disgusting shit, which I thought was right, but looked so ugly that even Duchamp would have been appalled by this. Anyways, turns out I did get it right at the end, but there was this lingering feeling. I think it’s called guilt or something? So I posted the solution (it’s much more legible than what I originally wrote:

The damn solution

I should’ve TAed calculus for retards or something.

Oh, and my 6 is awesome. And no, it’s not a 0. It’s a 6. So shut up.

This is the best day of my life. Well. Not really.

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