Classes, classes, classes

For the love of Pythagoras, when will it end? As I always do, I snuck a peek at the next class on my agenda. Statistical something-or-other in Psychology. When I read the course title, I thought, "Oh crap. Sounds a little math-like to me." But I convinced myself that because I took 10 excruciating weeks of math already, my torture days were over. Yeah, right. One of the first things my new instructor, "Ms. Holstein (HAHA)" wrote in the classroom, "A lot of students ask where to go for help with the math..." Math. The stuff nightmares are made of. And it's not just ordinary easy algebraic math. It's statistics. The class I avoided like the plague in high school because who wants to spend a year learning about statistics. And word problems. *sigh* I persevere though. I WILL ace this mofo!