Well, today, the second day of the eighth month of the two thousandth and twelfth year of the Common Era was absolutely terrible.  In my terms anyway.  Since I haven't gone on for an awful long while, I will let you guys know that I have been doing summer school. For physics.  12.  That should be self explanatory.  Sigh*.  Despite the fact that electric circuits are supposed to be 'easy', its making me growl in frustration as I'm given a 'wealth' of different numbers in different units.  Bloody hell, I really am pissed off with it.  I'm well aware that things can be much harder, but I want to rant furiously at my own inability to complete physics to my standards.  Perhaps my little class for calculus in the afternoon made it worse.  I get absolutely NOTHING IN CALCULUS.  Apparently inferred derivatives or whatever they are are supposed to be the 'easy' things.  Looking at my year-younger class mates who whiz through the worksheets DO NOT help.  I want to play Dead Space and tell 4 necromorphs that are cornering me that I won't take their bullshit while brandishing my handy line gun.  This is when I should play games for.  FRUSTRATION VENT.  Oh look, I got an email for the answers to my worksheet for preparation of the quiz tomorrow.

Ciao!