There appears to have been some kind of sinister agreement within academia in which it was determined that the more mathematically involved a class was, the earlier in the morning it should be held. I'm not sure who benefits from this arrangement; the professors are merely Ph.D wielding versions of myself, and they don't appear to enjoy it any more than I do. In last quarter's differential equations class, the professor would come staggering in as class began clutching his thermos. We were never sure if his coffee was as Irish as he was, but it was definitely the case that he wasn't going to try to solve anything with out it. Any errors that ended up on the board were attributed to deficiencies therein. Anyway, it's a new quarter now, and this time the ungodly-hour-class this time is Thermodynamics for Engineers. This ought to be rich.