1. The Academic One
Consider a lengthy, disgusting series of math problems. Consider that it is the first assignment ever given in this class. Consider spending 2-3 hours in the computer lab trying to beat Mathematica into submission.
And then consider a friend deciding not to work with you and trying to do it on his own, and finally asking you for all of your numbers so he can derive his own conclusions from them. What to do?
Give him a little bit of data, and tell him to do the rest of it himself. But what if he comes back the next day asking for more numbers? Ask him why he didn’t actually work with me and why he didn’t decide to just use Mathematica. And what if he claims that it didn’t work?
Well why the fuck didn’t he just call me to solve that problem?
2. The Competition One
Districts Quiz Bowl is tomorrow. Four or five of us have been to every competition so far. Our four main players hold down history, politics, math, pop culture, and the sciences.
We have not done as well as we could because the fifth member is bringing us down. In the spirit of fair play, where we have to let him in on two rounds of each game, we lose valuable points. I, being of the math/science persuasion, or T, our other science person, have to switch out whenever Fifth Person goes in. And as it happens, Fifth Person sits there doing nothing, while I or T are sitting out in agony at not having been able to answer the science questions.
It seems we are taking 8 players to Districts tomorrow, and we’re only allowed one team, 4 players at a time… we are so going to lose.
T and I have discussed this numerous times, but there’s really no way to tell our sponsor or even Fifth Person himself that he sucks. How callous of me.
Update: Haha. We won. Never mind.
3. The Romantic One
I agreed to go on a date with a new friend. So far, mutual friends have made these comments.
“I don’t think he’s really mature enough for you.”
“He’s TOTALLY into you. He likes you a lot.”
There’s way too much to fit into one blog post, but I’d feel really bad if he were really to like me as much as I hear he does. Because I definitely don’t return that, and it’s starting to eat at my conscience.
Hopefully this changes when I actually see him again. We’ll see.
