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I found myself pissing around with tracing paper today—not a good sign. I have almost half of a TMA to get to fair-copied by Wednesday, last post, one unit barely skimmed and another, rather hefty unit, completely unlooked at.

I'm going to have to cheat here. Not actual cheat, I just have to use a bit of me that works in a different way from the rest of me; the bit that sees patterns, the bit I shouldn't use when it comes to maths.

[This sounds a tad stupid, if not hubristic. Essentially what I do is make good guesses, guesses that I can chase down to answers without a proper understanding of what's going on. Then I work backwards, which is often easier.]

This isn't the maths part of me, but if I can't properly work my way—when it comes to plane figures, symmetries and groups—I can at least see right answers. Or, I can work my way to them in a way that I wasn't supposed to.

I see patterns because I play games. I think.

But I don't see patterns as well as I think, otherwise I wouldn't have to be messing with tracing paper quite as much as I fear that I'm going to have to...