What? I'm not NOT gonna eat it *just* because it fell on the floor. Pff. So stop giving me that look. What *is* gyro meat anyway? Lamb? Beef? Goat? Mmm..goat.
Tonight I had math class, and I must say, it was the first time I've left a math class since, like, the sixth grade and did not feel like I was on the verge of throwing up. The instructor's great. He expalins things in plain English, and allows you to SEE the math, which is good for me because I'm a visual learner. Abstract shit is really tough for me. I have a hard time when someone tells me it's that way because that's the way it is, and then expects me to apply it to something else i can't understand...why the fuck am I torturing myself like this again? The bane of my existence: prime factorization. I fucking hate that shit. It was the thing that made me hurl my book in the garbage and drop the class last time I tried to take it. I couldn't for the LIFE of me see a practical application in real life. Anywhere. Tonight I was informed it is used a lot in cryptology. Oh. Now it has a purpose, and I know what it is. Now I don't mind doing it so much. Noth that I have much interest in cryptology (especially after I found out it had nothing to do with the study of crypts, which would have been interesting.) It's about encryption. Passwords and the like. Borrrr-ing!! But at least I know it has some practical application, so I don't despise it uniformly.
Plus, he validated my existence as a Math 15 student. I looked around the room and tried to feel intellectually safe there. Here were a bunch of people of all ages and from all backgrounds, who are just as stupid as I am when it comes to math. But I couldn't help feeling like we were the Special Ed. math class. Like the big smarty-smart kids from Calculus were gonna bust in and haze us at any second. That disappeared when he said that we were most likely in this class because we were "mathmatically absued" in school. YES! I was! I am a victim, no, a survivor of mathmatical abuse!! HOLD ME.
I feel better now. Less intrinsically stupid.
One more day of double trouble (the two little 'uns). Tomorrow I get to house-sit for my friends while they are in Visalia, visiting other friends, which is where I'd rather be, but apparently you can't always get what you want. Besides, next weekend I'm going to Vegas with those friends. YAY! (You guys better take care of me, I'm a Vegas Virgin!)
And on Saturday I have a painting class.
Now I can paint all the things I've been meaning to forever and should anyway, but now I won't feel guilty about spending time on them because they'll be an
assignment.
I can't think of anything else to say so I'll leave you with a lucha and a chicken.
Tonight I had math class, and I must say, it was the first time I've left a math class since, like, the sixth grade and did not feel like I was on the verge of throwing up. The instructor's great. He expalins things in plain English, and allows you to SEE the math, which is good for me because I'm a visual learner. Abstract shit is really tough for me. I have a hard time when someone tells me it's that way because that's the way it is, and then expects me to apply it to something else i can't understand...why the fuck am I torturing myself like this again? The bane of my existence: prime factorization. I fucking hate that shit. It was the thing that made me hurl my book in the garbage and drop the class last time I tried to take it. I couldn't for the LIFE of me see a practical application in real life. Anywhere. Tonight I was informed it is used a lot in cryptology. Oh. Now it has a purpose, and I know what it is. Now I don't mind doing it so much. Noth that I have much interest in cryptology (especially after I found out it had nothing to do with the study of crypts, which would have been interesting.) It's about encryption. Passwords and the like. Borrrr-ing!! But at least I know it has some practical application, so I don't despise it uniformly.
Plus, he validated my existence as a Math 15 student. I looked around the room and tried to feel intellectually safe there. Here were a bunch of people of all ages and from all backgrounds, who are just as stupid as I am when it comes to math. But I couldn't help feeling like we were the Special Ed. math class. Like the big smarty-smart kids from Calculus were gonna bust in and haze us at any second. That disappeared when he said that we were most likely in this class because we were "mathmatically absued" in school. YES! I was! I am a victim, no, a survivor of mathmatical abuse!! HOLD ME.
I feel better now. Less intrinsically stupid. One more day of double trouble (the two little 'uns). Tomorrow I get to house-sit for my friends while they are in Visalia, visiting other friends, which is where I'd rather be, but apparently you can't always get what you want. Besides, next weekend I'm going to Vegas with those friends. YAY! (You guys better take care of me, I'm a Vegas Virgin!)
And on Saturday I have a painting class.
Now I can paint all the things I've been meaning to forever and should anyway, but now I won't feel guilty about spending time on them because they'll be an assignment.
I can't think of anything else to say so I'll leave you with a lucha and a chicken.