Sunk.
So I'm angry at myself.
TAKE MATH. DO IT.
So anyway...
Today was the first day of classes. Rather, eight this morning was the first day of classes. Followed by four other classes. I started with psychology, then an hour off, and then chemistry, then two hours, then geology followed immediately by math, then an hour, then geology again.
Whoohoo.
The psychology doesn't seem to bad. I'm going to sneak a picture of the woodwork in the lecture hall, its is beautiful. I thought I would like it until he got to the part where he said "...and we'll watch a video of a childbirth..." which is awesome. I hate humans. And children. Human children especially.
Yes, I'm an ass. Whatever. You'd complain too.
Then I realised I didn't grab the master copy of my schedule, so I ran back home, then decided to do something else. I forget what. I ended up coming home between every class today except for the last two. And I forgot things every time.
So I'll sleep well tonight.
When I went to Chemistry I found out I have 3 instructors (one lecturer though) and he's a joker. He projected the syllabus on the board. The class? '666 Advanced Quantum Mechanics.' He totally got a guy to fall for it too. It was awesome. But it seems like a nice class. Its Chemistry. I hope my confidence level stays. But he did explode some balloons with a candle outside. One sounded like a cannon, it was sweet.
The Geology course I'm in I've heard described as 'Rocks for Jocks.'
My Math though... that's going to be the problem (I hope.) Its taught by a post grad with terrible hand writing. And annoying. And I hate my life. Because it's College Algebra and Trigonometry. And the review questions at the beginning, to get us reacquainted? Yeah, I can't do them.
Fuck me.
But then I went out with Gay Justin for lunch and enjoyed it very much. Then I went and bought 666 dollars worth of textbooks (serious, $666.18 check) that after she had processed the check I realised I had wrote it to the wrong account. So I was super frustrated about it.
But then I came home and it was awesome. Tomorrow is my roommate's birthday so we all went out to eat, and got to learn a bit about each other.
Then I called mom and teared up slightly and she said I was pretty. So it's cool.
But I'm still not happy.
I blame the hormones.
TAKE MATH. DO IT.
So anyway...
Today was the first day of classes. Rather, eight this morning was the first day of classes. Followed by four other classes. I started with psychology, then an hour off, and then chemistry, then two hours, then geology followed immediately by math, then an hour, then geology again.
Whoohoo.
The psychology doesn't seem to bad. I'm going to sneak a picture of the woodwork in the lecture hall, its is beautiful. I thought I would like it until he got to the part where he said "...and we'll watch a video of a childbirth..." which is awesome. I hate humans. And children. Human children especially.
Yes, I'm an ass. Whatever. You'd complain too.
Then I realised I didn't grab the master copy of my schedule, so I ran back home, then decided to do something else. I forget what. I ended up coming home between every class today except for the last two. And I forgot things every time.
So I'll sleep well tonight.
When I went to Chemistry I found out I have 3 instructors (one lecturer though) and he's a joker. He projected the syllabus on the board. The class? '666 Advanced Quantum Mechanics.' He totally got a guy to fall for it too. It was awesome. But it seems like a nice class. Its Chemistry. I hope my confidence level stays. But he did explode some balloons with a candle outside. One sounded like a cannon, it was sweet.
The Geology course I'm in I've heard described as 'Rocks for Jocks.'
My Math though... that's going to be the problem (I hope.) Its taught by a post grad with terrible hand writing. And annoying. And I hate my life. Because it's College Algebra and Trigonometry. And the review questions at the beginning, to get us reacquainted? Yeah, I can't do them.
Fuck me.
But then I went out with Gay Justin for lunch and enjoyed it very much. Then I went and bought 666 dollars worth of textbooks (serious, $666.18 check) that after she had processed the check I realised I had wrote it to the wrong account. So I was super frustrated about it.
But then I came home and it was awesome. Tomorrow is my roommate's birthday so we all went out to eat, and got to learn a bit about each other.
Then I called mom and teared up slightly and she said I was pretty. So it's cool.
But I'm still not happy.
I blame the hormones.