whoever does the advertising for avacados is brilliant.
I spend my days in summer school, I don't know what it is. I don't particularly NEED to go to summer school for anything, I just do. Lamely enough, I think it has become a habit. My mom has been putting me in summer school classes "for fun" since I was 3 ranging from Film Class (where I made a Barbie rendition of My Boyfriend's Back and had big plans to create a soap called All My Barbies, but ran out of time and funds.) The only years of my entire life that I have not been in summer school have been the summer before Xavier and the summer before ASU--I only skip when I'm going to a new place, I guess that is the pattern there.
This year is Mathematics and Business Analysis featuring Calculus and dabbling in Statistics, with my Russian Stallion: Igor Fulman.
This teacher has a speech impediment on top of a Russian Accent and enjoys rapid pacing back and forth across the classroom at mach speed, tripping over wires and running into trash cans when he tries to walk backwards (oh, moonkwalker), and obsessively avoiding eye contact.
Speaking of obsession, Igor has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. A couple days into class, someone told him his webworks weren't working. He broke into a cold sweat and started stuttering beyond comprehension, eventually having to make a 5 minute break so he could go take the webwork offline.
And because of this, he now has to make a 5 minute break every day at 8:57 AM.
Only one week left! Friday spells Salvation.
(hopefully this friday = relaxation; my mom's auction will be over, summer school will be over, i'll be able to get the house back in order, and there will be less stress in general. if all goes according to plan.)
This year is Mathematics and Business Analysis featuring Calculus and dabbling in Statistics, with my Russian Stallion: Igor Fulman.
This teacher has a speech impediment on top of a Russian Accent and enjoys rapid pacing back and forth across the classroom at mach speed, tripping over wires and running into trash cans when he tries to walk backwards (oh, moonkwalker), and obsessively avoiding eye contact.
Speaking of obsession, Igor has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. A couple days into class, someone told him his webworks weren't working. He broke into a cold sweat and started stuttering beyond comprehension, eventually having to make a 5 minute break so he could go take the webwork offline.
And because of this, he now has to make a 5 minute break every day at 8:57 AM.
Only one week left! Friday spells Salvation.
(hopefully this friday = relaxation; my mom's auction will be over, summer school will be over, i'll be able to get the house back in order, and there will be less stress in general. if all goes according to plan.)