Dear Math, stop trying to get me to find your x, the bitch is gone.
Took a make up test today for a test in my math class I didn't get to finish because of time. Not sure if it even mattered, actually, but I did get to finish it so there's that at least. I had lunch yesterday with a guy from my English class and his girlfriend, mostly so I could help him with his English. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say the first step is actually reading the book, dude. Nice guy, though. Anyway, his girlfriend starts telling me about how she tried to appeal the grade she got from this math course she took last year and failed because the teacher is a horrible idiot. I asked her who the instructor was and it's the same one I have for this math class I'm finishing up with now. I can honestly say that I didn't notice whether or not the woman is incompetent as I tuned her out 99.9% of the time anyway.
I will be seriously STUNNED if I pass that class. I want to pass it though so I have one less math thingy to do in my future. Math scares me like dolls and puss and tape worms and flesh eating viruses and pregnancy. Actually no, it's not the math, it's the confusion and the boredom that it entails. I dislike feeling stupid when I know I'm not and yet no matter how long I stare at that equation, it makes no more sense to me. Then I get it right except I don't put parentheses around it and for some reason that makes it wrong anyway and WHY IS THAT? Then because most of the math I know how to do I do in my head and couldn't tell you HOW I do it, I get it wrong because I didn't show my work. I am not in ♥ with you, Math, you suck. I think you're just fucking with me when you start doing that shit.
My final is also on Saturday. Which is just wrong.
Perhaps I will have to find some semi-illiterate math geek to befriend and trade the bounty of my mad English skills for his math ones because otherwise I don't know what to do when this shit gets harder. Which it will do. I'm finishing up what is probably the modern equivalent of retard math right now, "Developmental Math." I think that's a much more PC term, but the meaning remains the same: You are too stupid for the big kid maths. You are also okay with this because the big kid maths is scary shit.
I have 8 days until I get on a plane to go home and forget this ever happened. It has been fairly traumatic in many ways.
I will be seriously STUNNED if I pass that class. I want to pass it though so I have one less math thingy to do in my future. Math scares me like dolls and puss and tape worms and flesh eating viruses and pregnancy. Actually no, it's not the math, it's the confusion and the boredom that it entails. I dislike feeling stupid when I know I'm not and yet no matter how long I stare at that equation, it makes no more sense to me. Then I get it right except I don't put parentheses around it and for some reason that makes it wrong anyway and WHY IS THAT? Then because most of the math I know how to do I do in my head and couldn't tell you HOW I do it, I get it wrong because I didn't show my work. I am not in ♥ with you, Math, you suck. I think you're just fucking with me when you start doing that shit.
My final is also on Saturday. Which is just wrong.
Perhaps I will have to find some semi-illiterate math geek to befriend and trade the bounty of my mad English skills for his math ones because otherwise I don't know what to do when this shit gets harder. Which it will do. I'm finishing up what is probably the modern equivalent of retard math right now, "Developmental Math." I think that's a much more PC term, but the meaning remains the same: You are too stupid for the big kid maths. You are also okay with this because the big kid maths is scary shit.
I have 8 days until I get on a plane to go home and forget this ever happened. It has been fairly traumatic in many ways.