Waffle Maligner

One class down, 5 billion to go!

Stat. Anal. was fine today, with the exception of there being far too many tables in the classroom, so many scrunched together that many went unused and people sat on the floor near the door because it was impossible to get to some tables because of the blocking thing that happens when too many tables are in a room. Did reading that last sentence suck? It should have: I was trying to convey the clusterfuck feel of sitting in a room with too many tables.

Thing sucky #2: the chairs are mismatched with the tables. By this I mean that it is hard to sit comfortably and write, for the table is too high! This is a pain in the, well, all over the body after about 30 minutes. After 2 hours? You start double-checking your chiropractor co-pay online and swearing like Kasey Kasem under your breath.

#3= the professor was 20 minutes late. First day of class. 20 minutes late.

4: the professor was very quiet. I like to sit kinda near the back, in the middle, for the sweeping vistas that can be had. Now I will have to get to class early and jockey for a front row seat so I can hear the damned man!

5er- the building is very creepy and decrepit. This is the Chemistry building, for god's sake! There are chemicals everywhere, dirty instruments, classrooms boiling over with crusty casks, broken beakers, cobwebs, flickering lights, oozing tubes of who-the-fuck-knows... Jesus PSU, pick yourself up and take a deep drong look at your goddamned self! You are charging me $600 a class! At least you can brush your teeth before our date. It's a bit pathetic.

Well, the girls are cute, the guys are total doofuses, so at least I get a little cutey-pie attention, although with this new beard it's a whole different spectrum of females. And, oddly enough, a whole new spectrum of guys too.

If anyone wants me to explain standard deviation, I can do that for you.