... the lost is found ...

YES! My binder was found, and given to my math teacher, who kept it safe over the weekend for me! I got it today (too late to study for anything, but I have it nonetheless).

Math will seriously be the death of me... I am understanding it, but I often find myself making stupid mistakes if I don't concentrate well enough. On our 'quiz' today we had the option of using the text or working with a partner Melissa, Sam (girl Sam... I haven't seen boy Sam yet this semester... odd...) and I ended up working together. But we didn't get done, a lot of people didn't because he decided we had to learn to work withing time constraints (would have been nice for a heads up old man).

The math instructor told us on the first day he is partially deaf - and he was not lying. If you don't speak your answers or questions LOUDLY, he won't hear it. Just like I am sure he doesn't hear the annoying jackasses in the back who talk incessentaly, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on math or what the instructor is saying. Sam yelled at them to shut up, and they didn't even hear her. Vanissa finally told them to grow up and they shut up for a good ten minutes. If it is a problem on Wednesday I will e-mail the instructor. The same group of individuals got kept after class (hahahaha) in EDUC and caught supreme shit... and the instructor of that class is the head of the Middle Years Program (keep it up guys, and you won't get into Middle YEars!).

That's my rant for the day. Not even going to rant about the old lady in English, because I have began to tune her and her rediculous comments and questions out.

I had a good chat with Jessi today on my lunch break, we met up in the library. She's been helpful this past month and can always find a way to cheer me up... she's more random than I am (yup, it's possible!).