Waitlists and how my door is broken
School's going well, except that it is impossible for me to get into Calculus. Which is funny, because you'd think they'd be giving seats away for free. "Come one, come all, learn the calculus! Put down your bongs and turn off your reality television!", and then crickets. I'm 4 of 9 on the stupid waitlist. If I can't get into calculus, then I'm just going to go ahead and take pre-calc, even though it would really be a waste of my time. Inertia, that's the key.
See, I didn't actually place into calc on my placement test, but I don't want to have to snooze through a pre-calculus course, so I got the teacher (professor? maybe?) to sign a form saying I could take calculus anyway, and then there's like registration appointment times and online course listings and hoo boy what a mess.
But I'm kickin' ass in CS, which is a nice feeling.
The front door frame is falling down. You have to lift the door up to get it to even clear the weather stripping. It's getting pretty annoying. I daresay it's about time to apply some of those mysterious carpentry skills I've been keeping closely concealed for so long.
Also I'm sick. Fuuuuuuuuuuck that.
EDIT: I'm swearing off the the word "which" for the next thousand years.
See, I didn't actually place into calc on my placement test, but I don't want to have to snooze through a pre-calculus course, so I got the teacher (professor? maybe?) to sign a form saying I could take calculus anyway, and then there's like registration appointment times and online course listings and hoo boy what a mess.
But I'm kickin' ass in CS, which is a nice feeling.
The front door frame is falling down. You have to lift the door up to get it to even clear the weather stripping. It's getting pretty annoying. I daresay it's about time to apply some of those mysterious carpentry skills I've been keeping closely concealed for so long.
Also I'm sick. Fuuuuuuuuuuck that.
EDIT: I'm swearing off the the word "which" for the next thousand years.