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1. For dinner tonight I’m eating a frozen Uno’s deep dish pizza. They were on sale at Dominiks. Buy one get one free. 6 were purchased.
2. Hurt myself in the gym today. Pulled something in my leg, shoulder and chest. I’m all fucked up.
3. They announced on the news that, in Chicago, the Swine Flu’s epicenter is in the Pilsen area.
4. I live in Pilsen.
5. Washed dishes tonight—breaking my server 4 month dish strike. Boiled my blood, it did.
6. Kim and Mi Mi went home from the hospital today.

My first semester of grad school is over. I took one class online and it was a foundations math course. What happened was I bombed the school’s assessment exam so to proceed in the program I was required to take this Foundations class. I suck MAJOR ass when it comes to numbers. Don’t feed me a fraction I will melt.

There were moments in this eight week span did I wonder who really sat down to think all this shit up….word problems, fractions, the bullshit functions to a calculator. Who was CRAZY enough and mean enough to make MATH a requirement??? I want a low math-maintenance kinda life—addition and subtraction is all I really need. Maybe some multiplication and light division. But never do I see myself finger-fucking fractions to a calculator to divide/multiply them with variables to solve for the sake of solving equations, finding the mischievous number belonging to x. NO! Hell NO!!!! Not the life I’m looking to live. So for eight weeks all I could think was that there was some OLD BRAINIAC with no other purpose than making others miserable sitting alone under his giant bonsai tree jerking the beads to an abacus sunrise ‘til sunset because he had NO real friends. He must’ve been that much of a whack-off because now we have math in several divisions. There’s calculus and geometry and algebra and statistics and its bizarre what man has come up with in regards to numbers.

I’m ranting because we took our final exam last week. I had a NUMBER of issues with mine. The bottom line is that I don’t know if I passed and today the grades were suppose to be entered in the system. If I failed the final then I failed the class. I worked SO hard these past eight weeks I would DIE if I failed this class….but I fear I failed the final. I checked the system earlier this morning and the instructor hadn’t entered anything—I was panicky but relieved…and now I’m panicky again because I HAVE to know whether or not I wasted eight weeks of my life playing a grad student. I should check it now…

But I won’t.

shhhh…I checked. Grades still not entered... whomp whomp