TMIF?

I appeared to have signed myself up for Applied Calculus, rather than the painless Math For Poets class I was aiming at. The sane person, knowing she damn near failed every math class she ever took and only passed Physics by copying all the equations from the hapless Jason Fong every day at lunch, would take this opportunity to drop the class. Me? I bought the book.

There’s a blank white card in there somewhere, and I think it goes like this:

MATH FOR POETS IS FULL.

THE GEEKS IN APPLIED CALCULUS EAT YOUR LIVING BRAIN.

MINUS 60 POINTS FROM YOUR G.P.A. AND 60 DOLLARS FROM YOUR BANK ACCOUNT.

SUCKA.