Feel better, Nora!
~ma to DJ.
ETA you feel better, too, Kristin!
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Feel better, Nora!
~ma to DJ.
ETA you feel better, too, Kristin!
Feel better Nora and Pix--
~ma to DJ
Sigh. My company's new healthcare plan is BULLSHIT. It's going to be such a big pain in the ass. And hella expensive. And complicated. Jesus. SO ANNOYING. Why aren't things normal anymore where it's all "$X when you go to the doctor, and $X if you go to the ER, and blah blah blah"? No, instead it's all % this and deductible that, and this dollars out of that paycheck, and debit cards, and reimbursing MYSELF, and craziness. And savings accounts that cost me money. BULLSHIT. HATE.
Intro to Physics, or maybe Remedial Algebra, to find out if my brain can handle the math.
I know this would be like the least popular event in the history of EVAH, but I kind of wish we could have a little "Math - WAY more fun than you remember" thing at a F2F sometime. We could play games, do logic puzzles, get all excited and enthusiastic over number theory and imaginary numbers, and generally try to reverse some childhood trauma.
Oh, and also, your brain can totally handle the math. Whether you get a teacher who opens the right door for your brain to go through is the problem. Er, I think. I mean, maybe you have dyscalculia and your brain literally can't handle the math and I'm being all insensitive and "all you need is some gumption, dagnabbit" about it, but as far as your intelligence goes, you see, you can totally...
Online babbling is a sign of over-active procrastination glands. I gotta get that seen to.
I'd really like to take some computer science classes.
but I kind of wish we could have a little "Math - WAY more fun than you remember" thing at a F2F sometime. We could play games, do logic puzzles, get all excited and enthusiastic over number theory and imaginary numbers, and generally try to reverse some childhood trauma.
Actually, if you could get me over my near phobia of algebra, that would be awesome. Because I NEVER understood it, I scraped through all my algebra-related classes by clinging to "when in doubt, X = 8", and I still mildly freak out when confronted with mathy stuff.
Anti-ick~ma for them that needs it.
Yeah, I managed to get through college and grad school without ever learning Algebra (Hooray for the wild and woolly '70s). I have had to really study hard to get a grasp on it for this test I am taking (yikes) Saturday. It's actually cool how equations balance out and how it all makes lovely logical sense. PEMBAS, baby! Still, NOT something I wanted to learn at this advanced age.
If you could REtake any class what would it be?
Mine is AP American History with Mr. Flatley.
The big fat text book was only a jumping-off point for him. He had supplimentary books and files and files of articles he'd collected over the years. We got multiple views of almost everything -- contemporary documents, modern analysis, things dug up by archeologists... It was so special we knew even then how special it was. He has long since retired, I can only imagine the class he'd be teaching with the reach of the internet.
I kick ass at geometry and anything where I can say "this number represents that thing, and that number represents this thing, and I can see how the things relate, and now I see how the numbers describe that." Math where it is X=q+g except after c or whatever--no. I keep asking, "But why does it equal that!", and my teachers said, "Just go with it, will you?"