Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps.
I've been bad about updating again. Oops.
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SO I've been suckered into being my sisters' daycare yet again this summer. Although it really is a fairly sweet deal. I'm getting $500 a month tax free and a new (and bigger) ipod plus all expenses are paid for (and since I'll be carting their asses all over the place that means GAS MONEY!!!). It's not too bad and I get to be a little tyrant and threaten them with things which makes me happy.
I do have to tutor them every morning though (ugh. fractions) which kinda blows, but at least both of them are at the point that it's not any paticular strain to remember what they're doing. The math is easy, if not a giant pain that I hated doing when I had to do it.
I hate how my parents take advantage of my math skills. Either of them needs help with math it's "Ask Audrey." Three-quarters of the time I know that they know how to do it (3x6=18 anybody?). I have this fear that I'm going to move out and am going to be getting calls when Rachel and/or Gillian are in high school of my parents begging me to explain graphing/calc/trig/whatever. Life we be easier if I was a math retard. I wouldn't have to listen to how accounting/engineering/other boring math related profession would be a good career chocie and I wouldn't be expected to figure out percents of the top of my head like a performing poodle for my mother.
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I've been having high school flashbacks lately and am not amused. I graduated three years ago (I'm getting OLD!!). I didn't like it while I was there and I have absolutely no desire to go back. *attempts to kill self with rusty spoon*
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SO I've been suckered into being my sisters' daycare yet again this summer. Although it really is a fairly sweet deal. I'm getting $500 a month tax free and a new (and bigger) ipod plus all expenses are paid for (and since I'll be carting their asses all over the place that means GAS MONEY!!!). It's not too bad and I get to be a little tyrant and threaten them with things which makes me happy.
I do have to tutor them every morning though (ugh. fractions) which kinda blows, but at least both of them are at the point that it's not any paticular strain to remember what they're doing. The math is easy, if not a giant pain that I hated doing when I had to do it.
I hate how my parents take advantage of my math skills. Either of them needs help with math it's "Ask Audrey." Three-quarters of the time I know that they know how to do it (3x6=18 anybody?). I have this fear that I'm going to move out and am going to be getting calls when Rachel and/or Gillian are in high school of my parents begging me to explain graphing/calc/trig/whatever. Life we be easier if I was a math retard. I wouldn't have to listen to how accounting/engineering/other boring math related profession would be a good career chocie and I wouldn't be expected to figure out percents of the top of my head like a performing poodle for my mother.
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I've been having high school flashbacks lately and am not amused. I graduated three years ago (I'm getting OLD!!). I didn't like it while I was there and I have absolutely no desire to go back. *attempts to kill self with rusty spoon*