'Bushwhacked'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hey Emily, when a class is described as "Intro to finite math", what the heck type of math is it?
At my university, it would start off with basic review of linear functions (y=mx+b, slope and intercept, stuff like that), then go on to solving systems of equations, then systems of inequalities. Not sure what would come after that. (I'm currently TAing finite math, but this is my first semester doing it, and I haven't looked to see what comes after the chapter we're currently on.)
Cramps? Still crampy. Doctor = not happy. Seeing her tomorrow.
I felt so crappy that I left school early. Decided to take out a zipcar and take my sick sewing machine to the sewing machine hospital in NH. Hoping it will be feeling all better by next week, which is Spring Break.
It didn't take me as long as I thought it would to get to NH and stuff, so I stopped by my old favorite yarn store, which is by my parents' house. It was great to see the owner and chat, and I got some fabulous yarn to make a shawl similar to the one I made for -t...only in springy yarn. Got home. Went over the bad math quiz with Emily. Figured out some concepts we need to get clearer on, which is good. And I'm not feeling totally stupid anymore.
I need more Gatorade, though. And I'm already sick of bananas.
Interesting. How is that distinct from algebra, Hil?
Interesting. How is that distinct from algebra, Hil?
Here, it's required for business and social sciences majors who aren't taking calculus. It comes after college algebra, though not that many people take college algebra. Also, generally there's a bit of pre-calc at the end, since the next course in the sequence is business calc.
The wife of one of the librarians here delivered a healthy baby boy this morning, and mama is doing well.
What I should be thinking: I'm so happy for them!
What I'm actually thinking: His paternity leave is really going to screw up my work schedule.
Heh- I had a friend deliver this afternoon. Idiot woman refused to eat the last 2 months cause she didn't want to gain weight - no doubt from her husbnd calling her "fat" all the time - 40+ weeks and he was 5 pounds. FIVE POUNDS.
Gah.
Oh, Aimee, that's just...oh. I don't have words. Actually I have a lot of them but I don't know her and it's best kept to myself. Just oh.
I'll say them for you.
She's an idiot. And so is he.
From where I'm sitting, I gotta agree. Holy Moley!
I don't understand. Why did no one smack the husband very hard until he begged for mercy and promised to mend his ass-ish ways? Gah.