UPDATE
I have my calculus final today. After 5pm, no more math, EVER!!
[Heh, that's what I said after lycee too wasn't it... but nooo, stupid curruculum had to stick me not only with stats (which i can see being useful in enviro/bio) but with MORE CALC! NOOOOO!]
So math in the summer is great. Great by comparison to math during the regular school year I mean... not great per se. I would be much happier without it really. But this way: over quickly, all in one shot (like ripping off a bandaid), and I actually remember what we did at the beginning of the course, because, hey, it was less than 4 weeks ago!! Three hours of class, four days a week + three hours of tutorial on two of those days. That's one heck of a bandaid. After 6 hours of math, one's brain does indeed tend to mush.
Kizzie has entered the beast-zone. Once every few weeks, she becomes ferocious. I don't know, maybe she gets cyclically bored or something. Or it's the full moon. Who knows. All I know is that she drives me crazy, running around all over the place, hunting things that aren't there.
She. Is. A. Beast.
I've discovered she has a hunting meow (she has quite a dialect in fact). This one is a rapid sequence of short meows (sounds like 'meep meep meep'... except without the p's as kitties can't make that sound).
Hello LJ!
[Heh, that's what I said after lycee too wasn't it... but nooo, stupid curruculum had to stick me not only with stats (which i can see being useful in enviro/bio) but with MORE CALC! NOOOOO!]
So math in the summer is great. Great by comparison to math during the regular school year I mean... not great per se. I would be much happier without it really. But this way: over quickly, all in one shot (like ripping off a bandaid), and I actually remember what we did at the beginning of the course, because, hey, it was less than 4 weeks ago!! Three hours of class, four days a week + three hours of tutorial on two of those days. That's one heck of a bandaid. After 6 hours of math, one's brain does indeed tend to mush.
Kizzie has entered the beast-zone. Once every few weeks, she becomes ferocious. I don't know, maybe she gets cyclically bored or something. Or it's the full moon. Who knows. All I know is that she drives me crazy, running around all over the place, hunting things that aren't there.
She. Is. A. Beast.
I've discovered she has a hunting meow (she has quite a dialect in fact). This one is a rapid sequence of short meows (sounds like 'meep meep meep'... except without the p's as kitties can't make that sound).
Hello LJ!