School

Mood: Cumulus by Imogen Heap

I suppose that says it all. Today I realized that I have to switch geometry books again (I've had to twice already this school year), because the one I'm using doesn't prepare me at all for the SAT. As I am staking my life and future happiness on attending Christopher Newport University for college, I need a good SAT score. And, just to be clear, I'm not good at math.

Fine. Moms says I'm very able to pick up and retain the fundamentals of math. But let's face it: It's so boring! I want to write, and dance, and sing, and play guitar or piano (whichever is nearest at the time) even more than usual when I'm sitting down and trying to do math. Unfortunately, the world seems to view math as an important subject, and will teach us far more than we will likely ever use in our adult lives whether we like it or not.

On the other hand, I have basically everything else I need to get into college set, and a good idea of what I want to do. Multi-million-dollar author, anyone? Well, a girl can dream. In the absence of that, I'll be a psychologist. More specifically, a counselor for teenage girls, 'cause we definitely need more of those in the world. Not to mention, I'm a good listener. And I'm nosy. Well...not really. Merely an indomitably curious being.

In either case, I most definitely will not need very much higher math skill.

And while I write this I am wasting the precious little time I have to pack for a trip this weekend. I suppose I should get to that.