goingnowherefast

I’ve officially finished week 3 of my 8 weeks of Math 141. (That’s precal I in weird math department terms) I’m registered for 142 (precal II) for fall quarter and have yet to decide if I actually want to take Calculus again. After AP Calculus BC in high school I swore up and down I was NEVER taking another math class as long as I live. That lasted 3 years. And sadly, math is NOT like riding a bicycle. Proof that most people don’t actually need to know how to calculate if you’re pouring a liquid into a tank at a rate of x and pumping it out at a rate of y what is the level in the tank at any given moment. And I doubt when your hypothetical 4 yearold is drawing on the walls, that you want to figure out the area under the curve. But I’ve yet to make a firm decision on what I’m actually doing with my life, so I figure it be a good thing to have some basic math to my credit in the case I suffer brain damage and feel compelled to pursue a sciencey field (yes, sciencey IS a word. ok, maybe not, but its obvious I’m not destined to be an English major).

So that’s the extent of what’s new with me. Math is going to kill me, nothing new there. And yet I’m still voluntarily taking it. What’s that say about me? Could be worse…I could be my brother. Griffin failed junior english last year and has been forced into local summer school in gig harbor. Apparently its an English/History class so that shouldnt be bad. Griff loves History. So he thought. Griffin has a teacher who he has explained “if I had for real. I’d kill myself” She teaches AP British History at some Gig Harbor High or another. She must be confused that its 11th grade she’s teaching, not first. She has assigned everyone “shoulder buddies” (I will spare you the less than pg comments we came up with at this one) withwhom they “share” and take turns reading to. As social as my brother is…he is obviously not comfortable with this. Infact, I do not like “sharing with my neighbor” in math, so I’m going to continue to do my “group work” by myself. Griff’s class is also taking a field trip next week to the history museum in tacoma. fun, fun. Yesterday he brought home “speak” which is his assigned reading. I may have asked “that’s the one where she’s raped right?” oops. Griffin was NOT happy. I think he’s going to tell his teacher tomorrow he remembers reading it afterall so he can read the alternative book, some basketball memoir. He holds his hands in a scale and goes…girl gets raped or basketball….hum. which do you think a 18 year old boy wants to read? Frankly, I agree with him. It’s high school. English teachers esp. should be trying to find something kids WANT to read. The point should be to have them enjoy it first. then bore the shit out of them overanalizing the importance of the color green. If you assign them book they dont want to read in the first place they fail junior english then have to go to summer school and take “field trips.” This is bad for everyone involved.

So, reading wise…. let’s see hum. Finished another Kathy Love book. Finished The Princess and the Hound which was suprisingly good. And yippee skippee. Like EVERYTHING came in this past week. I’m working on Queen of Babble gets hitched at the moment and debating whether I want to sleep/go to school/or go to work again until I finish. Maturity has kicked in. I went to bed at midnight, went to class this morning, and am working on homework instead of reading. by working on homework I finished one section…well half a section anyway…and started blogging/ chatting with tracr via gmail chat. Oh yes. multitasking procrastination. booyah. But resistance is wearing thin. and im going to need food soon. I predict I won’t get to anymore math for a while and I only have to be productive at work because my boss is there. but ill be thinking about Meg Cabot the entire time. Har! ok, random noises aside. Another day, Another Book.  

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