The Bane of My Existence

My first day of college was 9 1/2 years ago, while I was still a high school senior. Apparently I liked it so much that I'm still there, and still don't have a degree.

Really it's a matter of me dropping out in 1998 and going part time since returning in 2001, but that isn't the point. The point is that I am one class from my AS in Computer Science (which actually does more for me in my transfer than the actual piece of paper), but that one class in Calculus II.

I took Precalc twice, once in 1998 (B) and again in Fall 2002 (A). After three attempts I completed Calculus I in Fall of 2003 (C). This is my third attempt at Calculus II now in Spring of 2006, and given that I don't remember anything from Calculus I and got a 0 (zero) on the practice quiz we took last night with 10 derrivatives and 10 integrals, my magic eight ball tells me I'm fucked.

So now the decision tree looks like:
(1) take Calculus I again as a refresher
(2) try to get GMU to let me audit Calculus I
(3) hire some Asian math genius and teach him to spell my 12 letter last night and sprinkle says like "fist-fucker" into his vocabulary so he can pretend to be me and get me a C
(4) weasel my way back into Mason and get going over there
(5) forget school

If this were stupid livejournal, right now you'd see: "I'm feeling: unsettled and homicidal you dumb cunt".