With some trepidation, Nick & I stopped by the mailbox today. Not because of any outstanding bills, but for something much, much scarier: My math assessment results.
I did the math (har har) earlier, and realized it’s been a full 14 years since I took a math class — all the way back to the first semester of grade 11, when I was a wee nugget of just barely 16 yrs old. I couldn’t even drive yet, that’s how long ago this was. And other than the occasional day to day math required (If a train leaves Denver at 3pm… no, I mean real math, like how much change I’m due from a $20) I really haven’t done any since then. Especially not without a calculator.
So yeah, I was nervous.
I opened the envelope, and at least discovered the score I was aiming for: 80%. Jesus, if I’d known it was that high, I’d have been even more nervous. On a 25 question math test, that meant I had to get at least 20 right. (See? Look, I CAN do math!)
I am totally proud of myself: 88%, or 22/25. I am so happy!
Now tell me I never, ever have to take a math test again, please?
One test down, and one to go (tomorrow night, no less) and I have all of my pre requisites for nursing. Hell. Yes.
Yay! Congratulations! You = smert!
Awesome! You are full of teh smart!
But I’m just wondering – I took the skytrain from Main street to Waterfront this AM, and 2 minutes along my two km route, I passed another train going in the opposite direction in the same speed as me. Can you tell me what the square root of the train’s volume is?
I can count to potato!
You can count to potato, but I am smart like truck.
Hey – quit showing off the brain power – it attracts zombies! And, I don’t think you’ve finished building the internal circuits for your steampunk raygun. (Oh, btw, congrats.)
(possible comment repost) Hmmm. The square root of a volume would end up as a number raised to the power of 3/2. I don’t know term you would use to describe that value. It’s not a volume, and it’s not an area. Hmmm.
Congrats!!!