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All my grades are in, finally, with four As and a B. That B is in the required freshman orientation class that I could not give less of a shit about, and I scraped by with an A in my worst class (Spanish), so I am counting this semester as a big victory overall.
Now I just have to relearn math and test into college algebra by the next semester. I took a practice test today, and I did have to look a lot of shit up just to remember what the fuck I was doing, but I didn't do... too badly. It's just been ten years since I did any math at all, so there was a lot of "okay, so I'm just going to try some things and see what happens. Do I add something here? Do I multiply? How do long division anyway?"
I worked it out eventually. I might not be as bad at this as I thought I was. I still need to take a few more practice tests to hammer it home before I feel comfortable actually scheduling the test.
( More fussing about school, possibly only interesting to me )
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We took Trinket to the dog park today, because he finally has all his shots and is safe to meet other dogs now. I think he was kind of overwhelmed by the number of dogs there, and he got bowled over a few times and did not like that at all - at one point he ducked a lab mix only to get slammed by this tiny pudgy French Bulldog not much older than him, and just laid there with his paws in the air looking confused until four people converged on him to reassure him.
But he seems to have enjoyed himself despite all that, and he is very polite with other dogs. Much more so than his terrible sisters are, in fact. He also managed to thoroughly exhaust himself, which is not an easy thing to do.
(There was an actual adult Pyrenees at the park, too. They're... surprisingly common around here, along with Anatolians. It was such a giant fluffy cloud. Trinket will never be that floof, but... maybe that big, and it's kind of terrifying to imagine. ONE DAY. MY VERY OWN GIANT BEAR DOG.)
Now I just have to relearn math and test into college algebra by the next semester. I took a practice test today, and I did have to look a lot of shit up just to remember what the fuck I was doing, but I didn't do... too badly. It's just been ten years since I did any math at all, so there was a lot of "okay, so I'm just going to try some things and see what happens. Do I add something here? Do I multiply? How do long division anyway?"
I worked it out eventually. I might not be as bad at this as I thought I was. I still need to take a few more practice tests to hammer it home before I feel comfortable actually scheduling the test.
( More fussing about school, possibly only interesting to me )
We took Trinket to the dog park today, because he finally has all his shots and is safe to meet other dogs now. I think he was kind of overwhelmed by the number of dogs there, and he got bowled over a few times and did not like that at all - at one point he ducked a lab mix only to get slammed by this tiny pudgy French Bulldog not much older than him, and just laid there with his paws in the air looking confused until four people converged on him to reassure him.
But he seems to have enjoyed himself despite all that, and he is very polite with other dogs. Much more so than his terrible sisters are, in fact. He also managed to thoroughly exhaust himself, which is not an easy thing to do.
(There was an actual adult Pyrenees at the park, too. They're... surprisingly common around here, along with Anatolians. It was such a giant fluffy cloud. Trinket will never be that floof, but... maybe that big, and it's kind of terrifying to imagine. ONE DAY. MY VERY OWN GIANT BEAR DOG.)
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