09/01/2011

Classes started Wednesday.  I’ve alternated between feeling like a total failure, like a complete moron, and proud of myself to be doing something I like. 

I am something like 6 years older than most of the other people in my chemistry class.  When I graduated high school, they were in the 6th grade.  They are, unsurprisingly, immature and annoying.

They are, however, probably more equipped than I am for the material.  My last math class was in 2006.  I struggled for 3 hours on algebra review.  Granted, I probably wouldn’t have been able to do that algebra when I was fresh out of calculus II—I’ve never been good with logarithms.  Still, it was a challenge, one that left me feeling like a retarded dinosaur.

I refuse to be outdone by a bunch of immature, annoying children, however.  Our course begins on chapter 7 of the textbook; I reviewed chapters 1-6 already.  I am going to kick chemistry’s ass into next week.

Biology seems like it will be a bit easier, just because it lacks the math component.

I got frustrated yesterday doing my math review and hurt myself.  That needs to stop.

Sister is coming to visit for the weekend.  Her BF just left to pick her up.  I’m going to be alone until about 7:00 tomorrow night.  I have to get up early to take the bus into the city, and I have to do it ridiculously early because the bus only goes into the city from 5-9 AM and from 2-6 PM.  The rest of the time it doesn’t go all the way downtown.  This pisses me off, but whatever.

I am seriously considering bed, and it is 8:30.

I got a new phone and it’s pretty awesome.