I know, I know, I haven't posted in over a week. And I know there are those among my readers (hi, Mom!) who are always scared to pieces when this happens, because historically (wait, historically? I've only been blogging for a little over a year...) the large gaps between posts are indicative of seasonal depression.
Not the case here lately; you can practically smell the Vitamin D out there this past week.
No, the issue for the past week has been that which has been the bane of my existence since I was thirteen years old. Here I am, 43 (yes, that's thirty years) and I'm still completely stymied by algebra. "Wait," you say, "Why are you taking algebra? Isn't the degree you're going for in Communications?"
Yes. Yes it is.
But algebra, being one of those classes that everyone has to take and pass (and one that I did poorly enough in community college- lo these many years ago - that the credits did not transfer) is required to get an AA is anything. So here I am taking it.
But I do not grok.
Now, I am not stupid. But I do seem to have this mental block where algebra is concerned. Geometry was never as much of a problem. I don't know if this was because my geometry teacher was cool - he owned a comic book shop and let us make our triangles out of string and paperclips in class - or what. But algebra is on the Grand List of Classes That Must Be Completed. And UofP has some fabulous resources, like online tutoring. And I have friends and family who actually like algebra (God only knows why). I can do it. But I can't do it all.
So you're just going to have to be patient, Gentle Readers (yes, even you, Mom), and wait politely for the half-written posts on my love/hate relationship with the Bing Maps app on my phone, or the lovely and instructive time I had on the potential-parent tour of Seattle Girls' School, or the mixture of angst and pride I feel when I think that Abby will soon be graduating from Brownie Scout to Junior Girl Scout.
Because right now I'm still trying to wrap my mind around order of operations.