I know that many of you will be able to sympathize with me when you read the following. There's a guy in my calculus class who, for whatever reason, likes to treat it like his own personal tutoring session with the instructor. Calculus (any math, really) is not difficult for me. In fact, it comes rather easily and I suspect that's the case for most people. This guy just doesn't get it. I understand that it can be tough to grasp if you're not analytically minded but he really needs to get a REAL tutor or go to a math lab. End of story. I got extremely tired of spending ANOTHER 25 minutes discussing limits (the easiest part of calculus!) after we spent an hour on it last week. Dude. That's just ridiculous. It's especially fun when he is so out of touch that he asks questions that have no bearing on the subject matter and have nothing to do with what we're doing or what we will do.
In either case, there's always someone in one of my classes who drives me insane for the entire semester so I guess this guy is the lucky winner. I'd offer to help him out but I don't want to seem like a know-it-all. Besides, one of the other students has already offered a few times and he won't take her up on it, so I suspect I'll get the same response.
I'm tired, cranky, and fed up with the absurd amount of school work I have. I think I'm going to go eat some chocolate now. Perhaps a box of wine will help take the edge off, too.
I've also decided to frog a poncho I've been working on since before the holidays. Yep. It's getting ripped apart and I'll start from scratch. It'll be worth it though: I think it'll come out better than it has so far.
In the good news department: Hub comes home tomorrow and he doesn't have to go back on Monday like he originally thought. YAY! I'm in a mad scramble to get all of my assignments done so I don't have to work on them this weekend. I guess I should stop blogging and start working, huh?