ah, I missed the whine

[ysobel]

Am more or less set up for not-school -- still haven't figured out which language I'm doing, but I stole repurposed some math books from my roommates. (I have math books for reference. Two of them are calculus, one is differential equations, and one is ... I forget what, but still not basic math. Though there was some amusement over the fact that I consider "basic math" to mean algebra and geometry and suchlike, rather than, you know, basic math.)

I went ahead and started with the beginning algebra books -- stuff I know I know, except that I've maybe gone rusty on the terms even if I know the concepts. I am not writing out the exercises yet, because I don't need that much practice to know that 5 > 3 or that 5/25 can be reduced to 1/5.

Part of my brain is amused that I am going through this. I want to, because there are gaps in my memory, but it's like, I don't know, going back over "c-a-t spells cat".

The majority of my brain, however, is currently flailing about going "omg why are you DOING THIS TO YOURSELF" and "HEAD HURTS GO AWAY NOW" (it lies; I have not absorbed enough information to warrant head-hurtiness) and suchlike. "Wouldn't you rather spend your afternoon playing WoW, or knitting?"

Yeah. I kinda would.

But I'm not going to.

Comments

[jennaria]

I am actually weirdly envious of your not-a-school, because it sounds like fun (for certain autumnal back-to-school New and Shiny! values of 'fun'). So yay for you.

[ysobel]

In theory at least, it's basically the best bits of school without the blah bits. I /do/ learn better if I have an external instructor, but at least I don't have doofus or asshole instructors, nor annoying people in my class, and I get to LEARN STUFF OMG. Or at least remind myself of stuff. Or something. \o/

Plus, I have notebooks and pencils and binders and a three-hole punch and I'm kind of geeking out on the old-school-school supplies. No stick of Elmer's Glue, but.