Every Sunday it's the same thing. I sit and struggle with my big statistics assignment of the week. I think I understand and then I realize that I have no clue. I have now been working on this piece of shit for about three hours and am nowhere near completion. To complicate matters, I am supposed to have at least seven pages of my paper done by midnight and I have only one completed. If I were not a rational person, I would blow my brains out right now. I hate this. I am a prisoner in my own life. I want to quit so bad right now, it's not funny. The thought that I have another year and change of this is enough to drive me to drink. And no, I will not get the summer off. I hate this. And I do mean hate, a lot, all the time, every day.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
I Don't Know Why I Don't Like Sunday
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I'm glad you're rational. Have a number 6.
The cartoon captured my math career perfectly.
Dale, I find myself at #7 quite frequently. I've not completely failed, but I flail about quite a bit and feel desperate. I loved the cartoon. It most certainly is my relationship to math. In three weeks I plan on severing that relationship forever. Honestly, in my working life, I know all that I need. This is just senseless torture.
At least I didn't give you a migraine like I did Lulu, haha. Three weeks is doable though right?
I can do three weeks as long as I don't hit #8, which gets more and more likely with the level of complexity they keep heaping on. I actually really like my professor. He has a sense of humor and is pretty nice. Nice doesn't help me understand what I'm doing though. Today's assignment was a Hail Mary for sure. I wrote a bunch of shit and lobbed it out there.
Hang in there, you'll get through it - and then you'll feel amazing. Plus you'll get to be smug.
Smug is good.
Eyes on the prize, baby. We can do this. I am getting on a plane at 8 AM tomorrow and won't be back until midnight on Thursday, and by Friday AM I have about 10 hours of work to do for a presentation. Oh. And I'll be entertaining a client in Marrakech from about 9 AM to 10 PM every day between now and then. I am screwed.
Listen to me as I tell you what Lu used to tell me when I was freaking out in college: "It's going to be OK. It's going to be OK....."
I used to hate math and be terrible at it, until I worked, in my illustrious youth, as a construction worker, and had to do math in my head all day. When I do this pharmacy school thing, I'm hoping the easiness of math continues.
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