power

The first day of classes in my second ever semester of college. 

I got giddy. heeheehee. I am loving every second of this. I love learning. New things excite me, and new information excites me especially. Information is power. And who does not love power?

MATHS IS OVER

That is right folks. The maths ordeal is finally over!!! WHOOT!!!!! So how did I do you ask? Well, I didn't do to good, but not to terribly bad either. The end result was a happy medium I think. 

Final Grade: 72.05% OR a C- 
Not to bad. Classes transfer at 70, so I am ok on that front. The only major issue I see so far is that my GPA is going to drop..... Pretty drastically. I am currently pulling a 3.91. And the addition of a C- into that mix is not going to be good.... Not at all. Nope. So I have to buckly down and get straight A's this semester....

Heeheehee. Like that is going to happen. 
I am taking: 
                  a Writing Workshop (easy A....I hope)
                       Nutrition (eh)

                       Astronomy (meh)

                Western Civilization 2 (A!!!)
So it is looking like I will only have to work on maintinig an excellent grade in two of the 4 classes. I hope..... Cross your fingers. I know I am. Oye. 

MATH

MATH IS THE BAIN ON MY EXISTANCE. I HATE IT. HATE IT. HATE IT.
that is all. just needed to rant a bit.

MIDNIGHT!!!!!

I am back!! YAY!!! Now, don't eerybody jumo for joy. That would be a bit weird or something. Or is it weird that I am talking to myself? Hmmm......

Okies! so... Um, yeah. I still hate math. The section that I did today, I got a 30 on the quiz. That is right. a 30. I rock. I know. So tomorrow I am doing another section (radical, I know). And it should be easier. But I also thought today's section was going to to be easy. So I have no idea.

Happier news, I have not had an oppertunity to read any mopre of Wuthering Heights....wait.... That is sad news. Darn it! I only have sad news today. I really want to read the book. I was just getting into it and evrything. It is saddening. Perhaps I should be reading instead of writing this. And my daily regement of bumming around the interwebs. Hmmm..... That is a dilemma.

I FOUND SOMETHING EXCITING AND HAPPY-LIKE!!!!! OK, so this thursday I am going to have a sledding party with my peoples. And it shall be amazing. I will be with people that I have not 'hung?' with in a looooong time. It will make me happy.

And I think that is the end of my news and such. maybe next time I will not be doing this at 10 after midnight. perhaps.

The Winter-Mini Semester

The Winter-Mini Semester. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 
That seems to be my new motto. It seemed like a good idea at the time. How sad is that? I Have amazing ideas and they are rubbish? Really? This was supposed to further my education and save me heartache and grief and brain cells. Oye. 

Ok, so before I continue with the rant, I suppose I should state what exactly I am ranting about. Ok, so at my school and I think at schools nationwide, we have this thing called the Winter-Mini Semester. It is basically an entire semester's worth of information in two weeks. 


So, me in all my brilliance decided that since I am simply horrible at maths, I would get one of my math requirments out of the way in two weeks instead of 3 months. EXCELENT IDEA!!! <---- I was saying that to myself. But now, in the midst of "do a 7 section chapter and a quiz before midnight" while my parents and sister are forcing me to clean and watch tv with them I think I was insane. 


No, I KNOW i was insane. 

When the course is over and done with I might say it was worth it... Eh, I probably will. These two weeks will be hell, but then I will be DONE with math, DONE DONE DONE!!!!  And that makes me happy. 


So in other words, I am slowly going insane.

Wuthering Heights

So I have owned this book for a couple years now. A couple failed reading attempts later and I am here. I WILL read this book before Winter Break is over. That is my New Years Resolution. To read Wuthering Heights.

My problem with this book is that is starts out so very dull. A man rents a house and goes to visit the landlord and gets stuck at the landlords house. Not to terribly exciting. But it gets better, picks up some steam, gets the ball rolling! . . . . The narrator....... GETS SICK!! yeah! ok, I guess that was not that exciting after all. Sorry to get you all worked up over nothing there.

Something interesting does happen though. It seems that Emily Bronte actually knows what she is going when it comes to writing. Remember the landlord? Well What I didn't tell you was that he was a mean, surly, crotechty, old man. It turns out that the housekeeper that came with the rented house grew up with the landlord. Well kinda, she was the nanny/housekeeper/cook in the house that he grew up in. Lucky break huh?

So now our narrator is sick in bed. What is he to do? I have an idea! Have the old housekeeper lady tell him the landlords life story! So that is where I am friends. With the narrator in bed listening to a tale of Woe and Sorrow. It is acctually a pretty good book so far and I am really enjoying it. The only problem is finding time to actually read it. With the Winter-Mini and all. My days are occupied with math. And that is not really fun.

I guess it is math time then....ugh. Bye Bye friends.