So, two months into my courses, and only one more month to go. And did I mention I'm currently holding up a 43 average in Calculus 1? Woohoo! Schoolin' done taught me real good-like! Ugh, reason #417 why I give you full permission to shoot me in the face if I ever refer to High School as "the best years of my life".
Anyways, that mark only comes from the one test we did so far, so there's a silver lining to all of this. Two, actually. The first is that I have a test tomorrow, and I'm feeling cautiously optimistic that I won't completely fail. Second is that, worst case scenario, if I get between 50 and 60% in the term, they automatically discount my term mark and count my exam mark as my final grade. So at least I have that going for me.
So this is for the Cal failers up in this bitch. Wooooo! REPRESENT!
In life-that-isn't-school news, the move continues on. Right now, we're working on painting all the walls to something that isn't eggshell white. Unfortunately, my mother the interior designer is big on earth tones, which sounds nice on paper, but roughly translates into "Beige, Beige, and more Beige...Oh, I'm sorry, TAUPE". God forbid we should add a little colour to the mundanity that is our new house.
Though I can't really complain. My father is on the other end of the spectrum, and believes that each room should be painted in the gaudiest shade of primary colour available and arranged so that one room pretty much clusterfucks with the one next to it. The result is one large eye-fuck, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Lastly, I'd like to say hi to my new follower, Sandman. Hi!