Monday, July 07, 2003
at 10:54 AMI Ain't No Porkchop
My face started to peel this morning from at the Cardinals game when I burnt it. Each time I brush my hand across my forehead, I am reminded of winter. Let it snow, indeed.
Last night I printed the review for the college algebra placement test (it is called the "Accuplacer") I have to take at some point this week; I did not begin working on it, because it frightens me. For starters, I hardly remember how to divide. Then, upon my cursory glance at the packet, I realized it covers just about everything I slept through during Mrs. Hanson's precalculus class this past year. I knew at the time I would regret that. Oh, well.
I loathe mathematics. I've always floated through the courses. It's kind of embarassing, actually, because math/science subjects are where most of my AP buddies do well. Granted, few of them enjoy graphing parabolas, but at least they know how to add! I, on the other hand, can conjugate a sentence correctly, though I cannot count anything past the number of fingers and toes I have (I think it's "twenty"; my life would be a nightmare if I had any more).
Sigh. I think I'll fiddle around here for a while longer, just to avoid completing my work.
