Internet. Its a marvellous, wondrous thing. Especially when you are trying to distract yourself. As I am now.
Actually, I would probably call it more 'procrastinating' than distracting myself, although its basically the same thing. You see, tomorrow I have a maths exam. This is bad for many, many reasons.
One: Maths and I are not friends. But I still pass - so obviously it doesn't hate me that much.
Two: I haven't studied.
Three: I haven't studied, like, at all.
Four: Did I mention that I haven't studied? As in, haven't cracked open a maths book for probably close to a month and would have left it longer if this maths exam hadn't reared its ugly little head?
Oops. But, even though some of you insanely organised people who have always studied for exams are clutching your heads in the agony of my situation, I am cool, calm and collected. Because I do this all the time.
No joke.
And to be perfectly honest, I'm pretty darn happy with my average of a B. I mean, come on. Its maths!
So I have around 20 pages to do from my text book before I even start revising, and every time I see the slightest hint of algebra, my brain checks out. I would rather read Shakespeare.
I doth hatest Shakespeare.
Yeah, this post is kind of a sympathy post. "Come and hang out with me at my private little pity party everyone! I have text books and triangles!" So please, if right now you are enjoying a good book, a coffee, anything un-maths related - feel very, very guilty on my behalf. :) But enjoy it never the less. You never quite know when you might get stabbed in the back with a triangle, that for some unknown reason, won't work with Pythagoras theory.
Maybe after tomorrow I'll post about something that isn't so depressing and 'head banging on wall or desk' worthy. :)
Keep smiling!
Grace
Actually, I would probably call it more 'procrastinating' than distracting myself, although its basically the same thing. You see, tomorrow I have a maths exam. This is bad for many, many reasons.
One: Maths and I are not friends. But I still pass - so obviously it doesn't hate me that much.
Two: I haven't studied.
Three: I haven't studied, like, at all.
Four: Did I mention that I haven't studied? As in, haven't cracked open a maths book for probably close to a month and would have left it longer if this maths exam hadn't reared its ugly little head?
Oops. But, even though some of you insanely organised people who have always studied for exams are clutching your heads in the agony of my situation, I am cool, calm and collected. Because I do this all the time.
No joke.
And to be perfectly honest, I'm pretty darn happy with my average of a B. I mean, come on. Its maths!
So I have around 20 pages to do from my text book before I even start revising, and every time I see the slightest hint of algebra, my brain checks out. I would rather read Shakespeare.
I doth hatest Shakespeare.
Yeah, this post is kind of a sympathy post. "Come and hang out with me at my private little pity party everyone! I have text books and triangles!" So please, if right now you are enjoying a good book, a coffee, anything un-maths related - feel very, very guilty on my behalf. :) But enjoy it never the less. You never quite know when you might get stabbed in the back with a triangle, that for some unknown reason, won't work with Pythagoras theory.
Maybe after tomorrow I'll post about something that isn't so depressing and 'head banging on wall or desk' worthy. :)
Keep smiling!
Grace
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