Square roots, Inequalities, and Polynomials...OH MY!!!

I am not sure how it happened.

I remember signing up for my fall classes.

I remember my advisor saying that I needed another math.

I just don't remember agreeing.

It must have been a moment of weakness.

Or desperation.

You see... I don't do math.

Let alone Algebra.

I stinketh at the Algebra.

Give me a book to read.

Give me a sentence to diagram.

But, please oh please...don't give me an algebraic equation.

Did I mention that am not so good at the Algebra?

Anyhoo...I bought my book and began to think way back to a time I knew how to solve an equation.

Way. back.

20 years back.

I thought and thought, but it didn't help.

I tried to work out problems, but that didn't work either.

So I closed my eyes, said a prayer and took my first quiz.

What happened?

I am so glad you asked.

I (insert word that rhymes with mailed) it.

And I did what any good student would do.

I cried.

I composed an email (or ten) to my professor to drop the class.

And I called my Dad.

My wise father suggested I stop whining grow up get a tutor.

So I did.

I think my tutor is blown away by my mathematical skills.

Or lack of.

She mentioned during our first session that I had really nice handwriting.

She also said my College Algebra book was pretty.

I am sure hoping that a pretty book and nice handwriting will get me an A!

K is for Kindergarten, Kisses, and Kleenex

Last weekend was spent trying to convince my 5 year old that he needed to go to kindergarten.

Trying.

Last weekend my 5 year old spent every waking moment trying to convince us that kindergarten should in fact be canceled.

Indefinitely.

Tuesday morning arrived and a very different child emerged from his room.

An excited child.

An eager to pack his lunch child.

A hurryupIwanttoseemyteacher child.

And so began our first day.

A great start.

A new beginning.


Please note that this post was scheduled to post 3 weeks ago. I have got it together don't I?