Sheesh. Statistics is evil. So are statisticians. Sweeping generalizations? What sweeping generalizations? No, but seriously. I’m a person who can reliably count to twenty. As long as I’m wearing flip flops that is. I’m joking, kind of. Trig just about killed me last semester (which was galling as it’s a two hour class and extremely elementary) and I don’t know how I’ll make it through this class.

I just got done with (gave up on more like) my Stats homework. It wasn’t difficult per se, just unbelievably time consuming. Six problems, four pages and two hours. And that wasn’t even the whole assignment. It’s enough to drive a girl nutty. And my sanity is precarious enough as it is.

I actually like my Stats professor. He’s English- which is like 50 bonus points right there. And he’s lax about late homework though it ‘really bugs him when we miss exams.’ How could you not like that attitude? Of course my homework is never late. In the past three semesters I have missed one class. And the teacher told us we could skip because it was review. And she was looking at me when she said it.

Yes, I’m one of those obsessive freaks. Always five minutes early and fifteen if it’s something remotely important. I actually have to work at being late, just so I don’t show up crazy early.

I don’t like being OCD, but it can’t be helped. Well, I guess it can be helped with meds and stuff. But I’m not actually OCD. Really. I’m just quirky.

Writing news: Things aren’t looking good, kiddos. I’ve got so much to do and so little time. I really really (let’s stress really here) don’t want to disappoint everyone. It’s very intimidating trying to live up to expectations. Damn- why ya’ll gotta go and do that? Have expectations, I mean. Not that they can be all that high, not if you’ve read all the chapters so far- you can’t possibly be expecting too much. But anyway, enough about me.