the Dalaverse

You know, Professor Webb is a great kooky lady and I like her, but she's got to be one of the worst teachers I've ever had, and that's counting Mrs. Parker in third grade who taught us that there were eleven inches on a ruler and weird was spelled wierd.

Also? A college math course should not ever, ever find its students debating whether or not wizards can be lizards (read: math textbooks trying to be cute are lame).


To the right side of the room in Math 105,

Truth tables are not that critical to your mathematical experience, especially because you will never use them again in life or in this course. Therefore, if a table is telling you that T and T equal F, accept it. You will want to ask (and have in fact done so, at great length), "Why?" Answer: a. mathematicians hate us and b. IT JUST DOES, MEMORIZE IT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, YOU CRETIN.


Sincerely,

Dala



Still have two+ pages to write for Richardson at 6:00. The best thing about this is it allows me to exercise my informal writing skills. As long as I can make a legitimate case for whatever I'm arguing, I can insert exclamation points and capitalize to my heart's content. If I run out of steam, I fully intend to go off into a rant against the stupid candyass Paris. Look at it this way, Professor: I'm going to rag on him no matter what. It's either going to be on paper or in class. Might as well get it over with now.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself at 8:00. Probably collapse.