Because Seduction has to be Flawless

'nuff said.

Math

And I'm wishing it'll happen sooner rather than later because it seems like I signed up for a graduate degree in mathematics instead of economics. In attempts to make themselves seem smarter, economists prefer to bamboozle everyone with pages and pages of math that don't mean anything to common folk, otherwise known as me.


Although I have to admit that I've gotten pretty well reacquainted with Calculus 101.

To be the Wunderkind

Getting through the first week of classes is always a right pain in the arse but I did anyway and will continue to do so for the next 14 weeks. I admit that I was apprehensive about it all at first but everything and everyone thus far has been reasonably professional in the quality assurance department. While I wish that they were more standardized in their procedures (read: study materials), the lecturers know their stuff and are able to communicate them. That's what's important.

What perplexes me most though, is the number of texts per course. Up to five for one course. And to think how some undergrads stubbornly refuse to buy even one per course.

What vexes me is the math. It's a living nightmare. Brings back memories of 4-hour add.maths. practice sessions. Holymotherogod.

I wasn't kidding when I said this.


But I need to be the wunderkind so here I go!

Pro-Crastination

I've got notes written everywhere.


I've got books randomly tossed around the room.
I've got papers, scattered all across the table.
I've got (mal)functioning stationery lying about.

But I haven't finished my paper.

And classes begin Monday night.

I'm a professional crastinator.

I propagate crastination.

Crud.