Or why I hate math.
This is why I’m not here. It is called the quadratic formula, and I have to know how to do it. In “real life” according to my instructor. What that means is not easy problems that come out with nice whole numbers but messy shit that sucks.
I told him I thought this was bs. I am forty-six; I have never needed to know this, and I think my life has been pretty damn real. What, some crazed mass murderer is going to run into the restaurant where I have lunch, waving a gun and yell “Everyone dies! Except those of you that can graph this quadratic equation.” If that happens I’ll just ask him to shoot me first.
Anyways just about the time I think I get it, something goes sideways. *sigh* I just don’t have a math brain. I am really trying to get this shit but really? Isn’t this what we have calculators and computers for. Yes, I love it when my instructor is showing us a problem and it doesn’t work out as planned so he grabs his graphing calculator to figure out what went wrong. I’m like ~Dude if you can’t do this without a graphing calculator how come I’m supposed to be able to? And you’re the instructor!
As you can see I haven’t seen daylight in awhile!
School seems to be getting on track. I sure did bite off a lot to chew. And, naturally, other stuff happens; that thing called life. I have a new car, if you can call a twenty year old car new, but it is new to me. It runs and I don’t have to worry about anyone breaking into it, poor woman’s security system. I have a new netbook for hauling around to try to do my homework on between clients. The bank approved my home refi and then two weeks later decided to cut off my line of credit. Thanks BofA! Yeah, yeah, yeah-I don’t want to hear about it. I know they are assholes but no one else would do my mortgage, actually I’m not sure why they did it. So when I have a few minutes I have to go fight with them to try and get it back, not like I might need it to finance this school nonsense.
Life is good. Crazy, insane, busy (so why am I broke?) but it is good. I have been able to keep up, barely, with my homework and still get in my workouts. I knew I was in trouble earlier when I was doing so much studying I didn’t have time to work out. Of course something had to give, lets just say I won’t be having company over to the house anytime soon. Did you know that dust bunnies have a maximum density level, at a certain point they just stop growing.
So back to the school work…