Sadistics

Right now I am working on

getting my BSN/grad school. 

 

Literally right now I am 

laying in bed with my 

computer, a facial, and 

trying to relax for a bit before going to bed. 

 

But as I said before, currently I am 

taking classes to get my bachelors in nursing

and also taking some graduate level classes on the side. 

One class I am in

right now is statistics. 

Which I call sadistics.

Because a sadist decided this 

class is needed for me 

to be a better educated nurse. 

Baloney I tell ya.

 

Now. I know school is a lot

of hard work, dedication, and commitment. 

But sweet hey-sus 

this class literally 

gives me headaches. 

Real headaches!

I have to lay down with a washcloth on my eyes

and take 4 ibuprofen for the pounding 

to stop.  

 

Not to mention the ridiculous amount 

of work the instructor gives us. 

It's an online class, so I feel

like she's compensating for the 

fact we use our notes and textbooks. 

But I spend more time 

on this class than I did 

on some of my classes in nursing school. 

You know, those classes that taught you

how to NOT kill someone? Keep people alive? 

Yeah, I spent less time on that and am spending

more hours a week on 

studying probabilities and testing hypothetical

data sets for confidence intervals... blah blah blah. 

 

I loathe this class... if that isn't apparent to you yet. 

I literally procrastinate in every 

possible way to put off doing work for this class. 

Then cry bitter/panicked tears of regret when I 

have to stay up all night working on an assignment

two hours before it's due. 

 

 

Anyways. 

The only thing that made me laugh

while I was stress-eating my way through

a bag of Uncle Eddies Vegan Cookies 

was reading Allie Brosh's 

book, Hyperbole and a Half. 

I highly recommend reading it. 

It's hilarious. 

Colorful language... and by that I do not mean

potty mouth words.

It even has pictures. 

What's not to like?