The Fundamental Theory of Calculus
Wow, it's been a while since I've been a lame-o blogger. I guess today is stressful in a remarkably uneventful way and I just need to type crap. I basically got laid off from Sodexo today, except nobody has decided to tell me this for sure. Evidently I'm just supposed to wait around with no alternative employment until they blindside me with the news. So, I'm freaking out about finances again, but what the hell else is new. I need to call some Usborne leads and see if I can get a few parties booked before the holidays. That would help with the money situation.
My stupid shorn cat has been chasing the same fly in the basement for 3 days straight. That is, when he's not randomly growling at and attacking the Sunday paper.
Anyway, school is going well, I have A's in everything so far and I really like Carthage for multiple reasons (campus is nice, teachers aren't retarded, classes are small, etc.) In fact, if I don't think about the fact that I'm paying roughly five-grand for each class I get through the day rather well. However, today I am working on a paper for my Calculus class (yes, that's right, I'm writing a 5-10 page paper for a MATH class) about the history of calculus and the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. For those of you who have taken Calc before and aren't math majors, I'm sure you can understand my pain. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, here's a nice example: "http://planetmath.org/encyclopedia/ProofOfTheSecondFundamentalTheoremOfCalculus.html"
So, yes, needless to say, after 3 hours of research my brain is completely useless. Apparently the idea that college makes you smarter is just a myth. I can't decide if I should go to bed early, guzzle some caffeine, or have a stiff drink. Fortunately for me, the fact that I feel too stupid to even get up from the couch eliminates the need for any type of decision-making.
Anyhow, I should probably be spending this time searching for part-time seasonal jobs. Maybe I could be a mall-elf or something completely humiliating like that. I wonder how much creepy holiday-themed characters at the mall make per hour.....more than retail workers? Maybe I could just alternate between whoring myself to WE-Energies and my car insurance company to substitute actually paying my bill. I should be able to handle Ramen noodles and gas on my magazine income... I'll update on how that plan works out.
It's now time to get myself off of the couch not because I have any motivation to do this whatsoever, but solely because I am not at a point in my life where it's okay to sit in my own urine.
(Oh, by the way, the high point of my weekend was finally unlocking Tenacious D's "Master Exploder" on Rock Band 2. I know that makes me a giant geek/loser, but it's so worth it.)
My stupid shorn cat has been chasing the same fly in the basement for 3 days straight. That is, when he's not randomly growling at and attacking the Sunday paper.
Anyway, school is going well, I have A's in everything so far and I really like Carthage for multiple reasons (campus is nice, teachers aren't retarded, classes are small, etc.) In fact, if I don't think about the fact that I'm paying roughly five-grand for each class I get through the day rather well. However, today I am working on a paper for my Calculus class (yes, that's right, I'm writing a 5-10 page paper for a MATH class) about the history of calculus and the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. For those of you who have taken Calc before and aren't math majors, I'm sure you can understand my pain. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, here's a nice example: "http://planetmath.org/encyclopedia/ProofOfTheSecondFundamentalTheoremOfCalculus.html"
So, yes, needless to say, after 3 hours of research my brain is completely useless. Apparently the idea that college makes you smarter is just a myth. I can't decide if I should go to bed early, guzzle some caffeine, or have a stiff drink. Fortunately for me, the fact that I feel too stupid to even get up from the couch eliminates the need for any type of decision-making.
Anyhow, I should probably be spending this time searching for part-time seasonal jobs. Maybe I could be a mall-elf or something completely humiliating like that. I wonder how much creepy holiday-themed characters at the mall make per hour.....more than retail workers? Maybe I could just alternate between whoring myself to WE-Energies and my car insurance company to substitute actually paying my bill. I should be able to handle Ramen noodles and gas on my magazine income... I'll update on how that plan works out.
It's now time to get myself off of the couch not because I have any motivation to do this whatsoever, but solely because I am not at a point in my life where it's okay to sit in my own urine.
(Oh, by the way, the high point of my weekend was finally unlocking Tenacious D's "Master Exploder" on Rock Band 2. I know that makes me a giant geek/loser, but it's so worth it.)