He's so pretty! Just let him do what he wants.4:07 p.m. - 2004-01-20
Howdy, y'all!
Ugh, it's been a looong weekend. Far too great a portion of which was spent almost frustrated to tears by my trig. homework (i.e. almost frustrated to tears... not almost frustrated. That is hard to phrase correctly, no?). It's odd... you would think that one of my FIVE credit hour classes would be frustrating, and take the most of my precious, long-weekend time. But no, the measly two credit trig class has been my downfall. And, no, I'm not bad at math-- I am actually quite good at it (I just don't like math, because it is tedious). It's just that the book doesn't give enough examples for how to do things, the teacher hasn't explained how to do these problems, either, and so hours of staring blankly at a page while scribbling furiously, followed by almost blinding frustration ensue. Also? We aren't allowed to use calculators on test. Thanks a lot, stupid math department. *Glares angrily, then realizes that the math dept. head can't see, and stops.*
French has been fine. I am not a foreign language prodigy, but I am picking it up with acceptable ease.
Comment vous appelez-vous?
Ou habitez-vous?
Quelle heure est-il? Il est quatre heure quinze.
Oh, yeah. Just roll around in the elementary level, pathetically limited knowledge of French. Exciting stuff.
I haven't even looked at Chemistry. It should require as much work as French... but it hasn't yet. We only just finished a (very short) review. He balance a redox equation in a unnecessarily complicated way that I've never seen, leaving me to assume that I've always done it a different way. I should definitely read the book, so I'll remember how to do it my way. Next we talk about kinetics. Need I say whoo hoo?
And that is the review of my classes so far. I think I kept the whining to a minimum (other than the Trig. Because for that I just really needed to whine to somebody.)
Also, my cat is strange. He had some cat chow left. Because he is the only non-hoggish cat that we own, we feed him in a seperate room, and close the door, so the other cats don't eat all of his food. Dad had fed him after he left, and before I came home again, and there was a great deal of cat food left. While I was doing my French homework and such, he ate some more. Then, when I came back in, he had 3 measly pieces of cat chow left. I rattled it about in his bowl, and told him to finish it, and then he could run FREE! Free as the wind blows (within the house, of course.)! He looked at it. He leaned over and sniffed it. He looked as if he were about to take a bite. Then he looked up at me with big blue eyes, and spun around prettily, as if to say, "Look at me! I'm so pretty. Don't you just want to let me out and let me do whatever I want?" Which I did. But I didn't. I left to get his pill (he has IBS. He takes prednisone, but I discuise it in a little bit of cheese so he thinks it is a treat), and when I came back, the 3 cat chow chunks were gone. He is a strange little cat.
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