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A Day In The Life

A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates into Heaven. Others though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit.

But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him.

So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.

"Excuse me, Mr. Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering...why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"

"Ah, those," Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Oregon and Washington. They're still too wet to burn."

Discouraged

That is putting it mildly.

Over the past week and a half of doing my homework for my math classes, or perhaps I should say trying to do my homework for my math classes, I have had more than one occasion where I’ve had to step away from my books and bang my head on the wall for a good 15 or 20 minutes in frustration.

I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it is how the textbooks are written, or possibly I’ve developed an unconscious mental block against all things math. Whenever I open either of my textbooks to read the chapters in order to do my homework, I almost immediately feel my eyelids droop and drool start forming at the corners of my mouth. I usually wake myself up when my head drops or if I start to snore.

I give reading the chapters what I think is an honest try before heading to the back of the chapter to give the homework a go. For my statistics class it isn’t too hard as there are a few examples in the chapter I can use, and the definitions of the things being asked are fairly clear. My Discrete Math class is another story. I’ve yet to find any clear examples, if I find any at all, and the definitions are all but nonexistent.

Another student in my DM class is thrilled with the book, stating almost the polar opposite of what I’ve found with my book. I need to sneak a peek at his book to see if he has the same version, or even the same book as I have.

More than once in the past two weeks I’ve been ready to throw in the towel and prepare to go the rest of my life asking “Would you like fries with that?”, and that is usually the point in which I step slowly away from my books, make sure there are no matches in reaching distance, and take a break from it all.

It’s probably a good thing we don’t keep matches in the house. Although, I’ve been eyeing Hubby’s sledge hammer thoughtfully for the past week.