99 Problems But A Math Prof Ain't One
Finally the semester is over and I never have to see Ms Jones again. I'm pretty certain that I failed the final though. She tested primarily on what she taught us and only lightly touched on what Dr Voden taught. I know what answers I got right...
Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to retake the class. Christine seems to think that Ms Jones is the type of teacher to pass every student so as to avoid complaints against her, but honestly I'd rather retake the class and comprehend what I'm doing than to go into the next class ill-prepared. We'll see in a couple of days.
In other news, Christine moved into the cabin in the back yard. Possibly my dad's tiniest apartment is a cabin at the bottom of our yard. If that sounds confusing to some of you it's because our house is on a hill. She moved in yesterday and spent almost all night organizing. It's really cute, and perfect for one person. The biggest problem is that it's got no insulation, like the rest of Dad's apartments, so she went to buy a space heater today. At Eric's we've got two space heaters because it gets so cold.
Speaking of Eric, my Tio and Tia are inviting us to their house in Palmdale for Christmas. Eric is thinking we should buy them a plunger and an industrial size jug of hand sanitizer. (In reference to my Thanksgiving post.)
