Saturday, September 29
Guys, lets have a get real moment.
Sit down, get comfy because I have feelings to share.
I kind of miss math.
I miss Stefano heckling me at 9am to be stoked about learning, the girl that wore her hair in a bun directly on top of her head, nini, the homework with disrespectful amounts of spelling errors, and the actual math.
Why is this happening?
Oh yeah, because in math you don’t have to come up with 23905802 art projects for your 9987433458 page curriculum that’s due in December.
all my projects involve glitter
Tuesday, August 14
As you all know, I’m done with Math 101 (thank you lord baby jesus) but Math 101 is not done with me.
Sampson came into starbucks last night and sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME with a lady I presume to be his girlfriend/lover.
My face the entire time:
No. Sampson we are done, I understand that you probably recognized me since you kept doing the causal lean of oh-hello-there-person-I-know, but I’m done with this relationship.
This sista gurl needs to graduate.
I can’t keep reliving the nightmare that was that class.
Thursday, May 31
FINAL GRADES, oh my glob
First off, I’d like to thank my parents for giving birth to me and all that shit, thanks guys. Secondly I’d like to thank all my followers for helping me believe that my invisible audience actually consisted of 10 people. You’re all fabulous. Thirdly I’d like to thank Nini for being my math partner. And lastly, Stefano for being the Russian Jesus of mathematics.
As for the actual final & the night before, I was a hot mess. It’s really something when even your kitten sweater doesn’t make you feel confident.
But, I pulled off a 91% on the final.
So guys, for real: I, Nicole, art (education) student, got an ‘A’ in math for the second time in her life since 3rd quarter of my 8th grade year.
WELP HELL FROZE OVER, HERE I COME APOCALYPSE
its been real math 101.
Wednesday, May 9
Well, the Final is tomorrow
I have my last math night with Nini tonight. So many tears and like emotions. Partially for the memories and mostly for the ball chappery that math leaves me with when I’m done studying.
Any who, here’s a recap of the past week in math:
Recitation: One would think, that if your supervisor has come in to sit through your lesson that you would bring your top game.
Nope, nope. nopenopenopenope. Not in the slightest.
I thought I was beyond such rage, but alas dear followers, I am only human.
He spent until 9:37 reviewing. Then we took the quiz, as a class, until 9:48. Which leaves us a gratuitous 2 minutes to ask about homework.
Sampson, it has been a rough semester, for the both of us, but you need to realize that time management is vital in a classroom, AND if you’re struggling to make the time commitment too the course, maybe look elsewhere for grad assistantship.
And please get some new shoes/pants/attitude.
Stefano gave us the most inspiring speech before we left on our merry way. Basically he told us to be awesome and that he liked us when we were quiet.
Stefano, we’re on the same level. True mathemagician.
But as for tomorrow:
Tuesday, April 24
SISTER INFANT BABY JESUS
EXAM GRADES HAVE BEEN POSTED.
OH MY GLOB GUYS
GUYS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
I GOT A 100
…hell…hell has frozen over
AND IT FEELS GGGGGGREAT!
Geometry: The Final Boss
So guys, after the rage-fest that was studying for the third exam, it turned out not to be too much of a traumatic acid trip of a test.
The grades still aren’t up much thanks to Prof. Stefanos issues with comcast (comcast, your sticking your dirty little fingers in my business, best watch yourself). So I’m dying of anticipation and waayyyyyy too much coffee.
But after a successfully mediocre weekend, I strolled into math today feeling charismatic for the next section.
We started with rates of change. Cruised through it like a coke dealer on a speed boat with his honey boo boos. Then Stefano noticed how we were just slumped in our seats and decided to spare us with starting a few basic notes of the next section, taking a mini quiz and letting us free into the fabulous Monday.
What he wrote next merited this face from me:
THE BASICS OF GEOMETRY
DAMN IT GUYS. I HAVE AN ‘A’ IN THIS CLASS.
It was like that pathetic scene in Never Been Kissed when Drew Barrymore gets invited to prom by the hot jock dude and he eggs her! This is my second undercover story version of her life via math.
Damn it Stefano! Geometry is here to take me to prom, take me right to the end where I see the ‘A’ on my transcript, it’s in sight, then, out of fucking nowhere, is a giant circle-rectangle-square-proof beast to cockblock me.
SHIT JUST GOT TOO REAL
Wednesday, April 11
Only 4 more recitations
I. can. do. it.
If I had a gif of balls being dragged slowly across icy concrete it would be placed below. Instead here’s this:
You see, Sampson is aware of our discontent and in his own Sampsony way is enjoying his position. He now states in class how long it takes him to do things.
Oh. Sweetie, we are aware that it took you 25 minutes to review information we already learned. We know.
But whatever guys, that’s not what truly upset me about today. No no no.
Now here me out, I’m the type of person that has no problem loathing a person. But I keep it to myself. Key note, right there. Especially when it comes to professors/teachers. Why? Because that’s how I was raised. I will always maintain a level of cordial demeanor to people in those positions regardless of how well or not I think they’re doing their job. Maybe it’s because one day I’ll be a teacher, but had this happened in my class, mmmm you know honey boo boo child would of gone all sorts of cray.
What went down: It’s obvious a majority of the class hates the 50 minutes we have to spend in there, through their eye rolls and sighs, but there’s this one girl, whom I’ll refer to as Kim.
Kim is easily upset and can not seem to ask a question with out it sounding like a bomb is going to go off in the next 5 seconds. Kim has walked out of class before after hearing answers she doesn’t like, in my book she’s immature and overly emotional. Whatever. Today though she decided to voice her opinion as she walked out of class in earshot of Sampson. She said, quite simply, that she hates this class.
Now some of you might not think of that as a big deal. But had I been in Sampson’s position? I would have invited her to either a.) not return to class because no one is forcing her to go or b.) come to my office to see if we can discuss the issue.
I think her behavior track record is what tipped the scale for me because I wanted nothing more than to tell her to get over herself as she left.
Kim, sweetie, shut up. It’s not Stefano’s fault or Sampson’s Fault (okay maybe a little on sampson) that you struggle with math, maybe if you shut up and listen and stopped getting a temper attitude with everyone, you’d be alright.
Any who guys, Sorry for the essay, I’m just an 80 year old in a 21 year old body with a mouth like Nicki Minaj and charisma like Elle Woods.
Random note: As I was trying to change themes for my main tumblr, I did it for this one and now I can’t find my original layout. I’m so disgruntled.
Wednesday, January 25
Day 9: Math lol
We’ve finally reached the cuteness that is quartile deviation & standard deviation and you know what?
I WAS SO PUMPED.
Now I can finish my damn homework.
And Stefano, being the saintly sweater wearing bloke he is, changed our homework due date to Monday. A true good guy Greg.
Range, inter quartile range, & quartile deviation are easy enough.
Standard deviation is essentially like writing a small novel in numbers. Especially since our homework has sets of 10+ numbers.
At least it’s easy.
Unlike the words problems that I glanced at and blew off like a prom date. Stick with numbers math, you’re better with them.
Now I have a hot date with Nini & friends to do our homework AND more time to dance around this weekend.
Oh and my friend pointed that Math 101 looks like math lol when written down. It’s ironic because nothing is funny in math.
Tuesday, January 24
Day 8: Sampson
Recitation take 2.
Why? Well let me tell you dear followers:
Sampson rambles. Then after his rambling he gives you an answer to your question in what I’m assuming math in Shakespearean quotation would sound like.
Before taking the quiz, Sampson decided to teach us how to do percentages.
After the fact he rambled about pie charts and eating pie.
Bro, I wanna get this quiz over with.
So we took the quiz, easy enough. Whatever. Then we got to the homework.
The first two questions were easy enough and he gave unnecessarily long answers, okay, cool, but we’re nearing the end of class. So it’s about 9:42 at this point (we get out at 9:50) and I have another class at 10 in another building.
A girl raises her hand and asks about this sort of thing:
x=(1,2,3,4) find y if y=f(x)=2x+3
Sampson’s response? show us how to graph
At this point it’s 9:48 and I’m ready to go, but he finally gets to the actual math part of the problem AND STARTS TO RAMBLE ABOUT AN 80’s MOVIE.
NO. I HAVE PLACES TO BE.
We got out at 9:53
This is going to be a long semester.
Monday, January 23
Day 7: N=Nicole
Sometimes we take risks, and that’s usually a good thing.
I took a risk by starting 1.2’s homework because back then I was reckless and care free but now I’m plagued by extra corrections because Stefano worked his wizardry.
Naturally, you can’t just add up mean & crap. You have to find n and put it in numerical order. Little stuff, but I didn’t do that on my homework because that’s dumb. Whatever.
My hello kitty notebook makes it better.
I need to prepare for our first quiz in the morning.
Lawd, we ride at dawn.