I had a decent 8+ hours of sleep this morning because I didn’t have my usual 7AM class. I left for school at around 12 and I arrived just in time to grab a drink from Zagu (melon with craploads of pearls!) and pee in the shitty toilets our university is known for, before going to my 3PM Stat lecture class. I’ve had this intense 2-week long headache very recently, and I discovered that the only sustainable cure for it was brainfreezing myself.
Anyway, our Stat lecture class sucked today. It was my first time failing a quiz, and it was all because my calculator broke. The screen shows only the bottom half of the numbers so I couldn’t tell the difference between a 6, 8, and a 0. Sure enough, I would’ve failed even if my calculator was doing well because I obviously didn’t study before going to class, but I still blame the calculator.
Stat is making me slightly nervous because today’s discussion was also the first discussion that I felt like I didn’t understand anything. At all. From experience, I could tell you that in some subjects, it only takes one meeting of not understanding anything to place you into a domino effect that will ruin your future meetings and put you into a seemingly never-ending spiral of anxiety, self-loathing, and confusion.
I swear to god, either my Stat prof was speaking in seven different languages earlier or I literally became retarded for an hour and a half.
My class after Stat was PE2: Outdoor Recreation, which I appropriately deemed as “Outdoor Humiliation” the other day, was actually super fun this time around! Our instructor asked us to bring ice bags for our meeting and we played this game I call “water dodgeball”. This was a game I was definitely familiar with, contrary to the game of patintero I lost for my groupmates from the previous meeting. (I thought you were supposed to touch hands with the enemy team so we were beaten within 2.3 seconds.)
Anyway, in “water dodgeball” we were basically asked to throw the bags filled with water against the appointed “enemy group” while trying not to get hit. My groupmates enthusiastically followed the rules and eventually got wet; I, on the other hand, hid behind the trees and randomly threw my bags at random fat people I saw that were running around.
This compensated heavily for my shitty Stat lecture, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s meeting! I think we’re going to have a campfire foodfest thing, so expect a blog post tomorrow about me hating myself for not knowing how to cook food.