I have the dumb

I'm a student at a local college and I'm pretty much starting out. I've had the pleasure of taking algebra 1 and 2 over the past two semesters. I didn't think I could hate something more than algebra 1 or 2.

Boy, I was W-R-O-N-G.

Hello, College Algebra! Oh how I hate thee. I'm beginning to think this class was designed soley to humble a person. I thought I was fairly intelligent prior to this class. Now I look for my dunce cap on a daily basis.

My class is online and I can be heard around the world as I swear at my computer. I had been working on the same 27 problem homework for three, yes that's right three, days. Not only three days but a grand total of 7 hours.

Please, just let me pass this class.Then lucky me gets to take Probs and Stats. I wonder if I'll hate that more that College Algebra? I guess we shall see.

I wonder what the function is of a diaper change? Yeah, I'll never use this garbage again in my life..even if I move on to better things than diapers.

I asked my Algebra 1 teacher what the purpose is for these classes when chances are high most folks won't use them in the future. I was told, "They're to help you problem solve."

Last I checked, I could solve problems just fine without creating some algebraic equation. thankyouverymuch.

Out of the mouths of babes

Let's begin with me saying this:I have been working on not swearing in front of Boy. I do very well, for the most part. There are some minor slip ups. Usually when I slip and say something I will follow it with , "Don't say that, ok?"

Yeah....

So the other day Boy was at his little table eating lunch. He ever so sweetly chatters away. He talks about his "wunch" (lunch), his "gwapes" (grapes) and his "pyahman pee-yate" (spiderman plate). I sit there just thinking about how wonderfully cute this child I baked is and then....

the gwape falls.

Out of that sweet little thing's mouth comes, "Oh Sit! Done say dat ok? ok!"

Ahhh, my Boy. I wasn't nearly as mortified by this as I was once in the car. Actually this is what caused me to try not swearing in his presence. We were driving down the road and I was cut off by someone. I, without thought, yelled, "Mother F**ker!". From the back seat I heard that sweet little voice say, "Mama fickah!"

Yeah..the mama fickin sit has hit the fan.