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So I'm realizing the reason why I can't concentrate on this last finance class is that it's not really tough--the math part is circa grade 10 (well, Manitoba university-level grade 10 math--sorry Ontario kids, the provincial Conservatives fucked you out of a high school education harder than you'll ever know). It's not even algebra--it's just basic math. If there was some kind of a challenge, it would be at least interesting, and therefore easier to keep up my interest. But alas, it's plain, it's boring, and the writings are fucked up and misleading so we don't figure that it's all really plain and simple math, and instead spend our time cutting through the poorly-executed English of our textbook's purveyors.
But alas, here I am at home on Hallowe'en Saturday, after a night of quasi-successful studying and slightly less successful rulebook digging to find a way out of that class. I might be able to beg or blackmail a challenge credit for ENT501: Family Business, but it's going to be a real crapshoot. I mean, I only got involved in our family business at age 4, had my first work-related injury by age 6, my very own livestock operation by age 10, and shares in the family cattle operation by 15. That's probably not considered "experience in a family business" by Ryerson Business standards but fuck it--I'm gonna apply for a challenge credit anyways. The worst they can say is "no." Or they can say "Hey! What's that behind you?" and jump out the window when I turn to look. Then again, the office is on the 7th floor, so it would really only be bad for them.
On a sidenote, I covered Russel Simmon's hip-hop summit today on money and business. I have to admit that it was a lot better than I thought it would be. Ironically enough, I learned more about business in the 30-40 minutes I stayed to cover the event than I have in the last year of Rye High. Word up to that, yo!!**
**Yeah, that's right, I'm from the gravel streets of Rural Manitoba, where the cows gotta milk themselves down by the corner just to survive...
But alas, here I am at home on Hallowe'en Saturday, after a night of quasi-successful studying and slightly less successful rulebook digging to find a way out of that class. I might be able to beg or blackmail a challenge credit for ENT501: Family Business, but it's going to be a real crapshoot. I mean, I only got involved in our family business at age 4, had my first work-related injury by age 6, my very own livestock operation by age 10, and shares in the family cattle operation by 15. That's probably not considered "experience in a family business" by Ryerson Business standards but fuck it--I'm gonna apply for a challenge credit anyways. The worst they can say is "no." Or they can say "Hey! What's that behind you?" and jump out the window when I turn to look. Then again, the office is on the 7th floor, so it would really only be bad for them.
On a sidenote, I covered Russel Simmon's hip-hop summit today on money and business. I have to admit that it was a lot better than I thought it would be. Ironically enough, I learned more about business in the 30-40 minutes I stayed to cover the event than I have in the last year of Rye High. Word up to that, yo!!**
**Yeah, that's right, I'm from the gravel streets of Rural Manitoba, where the cows gotta milk themselves down by the corner just to survive...