DoNt taLk tO Me

i am angry. there are very few things that get me to the point of anger, but i am there. i hate, yes, hate, statistics and everything about it. ive spent 5 hours of my day (literally, 5 freaking hours) trying to finish this stupid assignment for this psyc stats class i have to take and i am bitter and stressed and downright angry. thus, i vent. the way they've set this little class up is not sufficient for people like me who lack any brain cells capable of comprehending anything numerical. i have no teacher. i have no lectures to watch. no powerpoint presentations. nothing. except, that is, for me and a book and its not going well. this is my first objection to the whole ordeal. secondly, i could maybe get by if i could handwrite everything out and send it to the professor but no, ive got to transcribe it onto either word or excel which is great if we're talking words and such. but charts and equations have to be documented and the whole thing is just a headache and hard and ive had it. it will be safe to talk to me again tomorrow. i should be over it by then, although at this point, maybe not...