Tuesday, February 26, 2002

Marc

Matt's been blasting away all night on IM. What a douchenozzle.

It was 60 degrees here yesterday. I wore a t-shirt underneath a light jacket and was absolutely fine. Today, it snowed a few inches, and it was windy and drizzly and wet and sloshy and mushy. What the!? One of these days, we're going to wake up and there's going to be a volcano erupting somewhere in Illinois. Sure, we don't know of any yet, but believe me, people here wouldn't be surprised. Nature fucks with us like that, round these parts. I remember practicing with my Little League team once, on my birthday (May 10) and it snowing outside. If there is a god, which there isn't, weather patterns in Illinois just go to show that he's either drunk or retarded.

It wasn't even that cold out this morning when I went to tutor my student, but I nearly froze to death when she whipped out math homework that she needed help on. I hate math (and science). Those two subjects are the fundamental reasons, along with foreign languages and hatred thereof, why I am an English major. I hate ripping things apart and finding out what makes them tick (ie - science). I'd rather just leave well enough alone, or find an expert in the matter when it does all start going to shit. I don't like to crunch numbers or figuring out when Train A will collide with Train B (ie - math). So, my student sets this sheet of algebra problems down in front of me, and I start to get really nervous. For one thing, they never tell us what we're going to be helping the kids with. So far I've gotten lucky, because she's only needed help with writing and reading assignments. So, I still get a bit nervous rolling up to the school. I almost had a heart attack the first day when she casually pulled out a CPR worksheet. That's Scooter's field. I want no part of it.

For the most part it went well. We just did the odds and worked on them alone, and compared each other's answers to come up with the right ones. She got about half right, and I got the other half right. I did make it all the way to calculus in high school, but I guarantee I didn't like it. I had this guy, Lystila, as a teacher, and he was cool and all, but way too fucking smart for me to follow. I just don't do math. Sounds strange, I know. A kid who gets to calculus in high school that can't do math. You're probably saying, "What the fuck?!" I got a D in the class, so there.

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