I've been sitting in a hallway TRYING to figure out a f***edup computer program called NovaNET. It's suposed to teach me how to do math as part of a summer program I'm doing, but the programer of the spacific section I'm doing is a F***ED UP SON OF A B***!

I hate it! We have to do these LONG word problems (I'm talking paragraph format) and they give us little to no explanation on how to do it.

I made copies of some of them (probubly iligal, but I don't give a S***) to try and figure them out. Some luck, but I didn't figure it out from the "Help Answers" s***, I can tell you THAT right away. Thankfuly my mother is very smart, VERY pationt, and is good at explaining.

Little help that was, in the long run. So I waisted away a weekend doing numbers of complicated, tedious (though, thankfully, not imposibul) word problems with a small glimmer of hope for me now that I'm at school. I'm here on an overtime operation, this is SUPOSED to be my week off from this, but I'm being responsibul and comeing extra.

D*** IT ALL! This is as stressfull as hell, with no alleve for THIS headack. I try a problem, one which I had done a few days ago with one of the math tuters, he said it looked right, I checked my math, it all went through. I do a problem that is EXACTLY the same, but for the change in numbers. I go through the problem again with the new figures, no luck.

Shure, I'll admimit quite bluntly I'm not good with math, never have been. But somehow, it's just too much for me to take. They say to either try again with the problem or see the answer. I redo it a few times with the same sesult. So, with the intenstion of bettering myself, I seek to see the problem.

I would have been in better humer if they had came up with a message that said "Give up, stupid, you couldn't understand this junk if you tried"

But, no, they show up with a list of steps that have little coralation that can be easaly dicifered and a bunch of steps that make no since at all. It's like trying to figure out how to do synthetic divition by looking at someone's scratch work.
(and don't any a**hole tell me 'that's eazy' )

After a bit of reading, and rereading, and rereading, (just to be sure there is no hidden meaning I just HAPPEND to miss) I coped the exercise question and the awnser they gave and packed up. I headed to the tuter center that a friend of mine (who works there at a latter time) showed me. I come in and there is a totaly different selection of people from last time, and a kind woman comes up to me asking me what I'm doing there (in kinder terms, I asure you). I explain that I've come for the Math tuter, she's very cordual, but requests that I sighn in at the computer "so that they can moniter who uses the facilatiy".

The login is pritty strait forword, 'Full name' and 'numaric birthdate'. But alas, I'm not in the sistem, oh, duh, I forgot, I'M PART OF THE RICH-ONE MD, NOT THE MTC. So, even though I on the SAME F***ING CAMPUSE I CAN'T USE THE FACILATYS. (note the coment DRIPING with sarcasum and hate)

I might have been able to arange something if I had talked to the lady at the reception desk, but I was too pissed to talk inteligably. So I promtly left and came here, to the student lybrary where I'm trying to blow off some steem untill my mother comes to pick me up.

I'm going to talk to my Dad about all this in the hopes that it will make some since.

THOSE WHO READ THIS DON'T GIVE ME CONSOLING WORDS OR YOUR PITTY
WHAT I WANT IS REBELION!!!!!

and F***, the computer I'm useing's so slow it wont let me change the mood on this jernal, I'm not worried, I'M INFURIATED