Statistical disaster.

(i have edited this post because i just realised that i may have given people wrong impressions.. SHIT doesn’t pertain to ANYONE in my maths class.. it pertains to SOMETHING that is called statistics).

Hello world.

Never have I experienced such a fervent desire to bang my head onto the wall. Stain it with crimson blood. Bang my head some more. Bang. bang. bang.

IT is always such a great feeling to know that there are some things that can challenge your intelligence, but statistics is simply an overkill. I have never felt stupider in my life; spending more than two hours gazing at the same question, in the middle of a june holiday, only to find out in the end that I totally couldn’t do it. A bloody 4-mark question. I couldn’t do a bloody 4-mark question. I had to shamefully resort to glancing at the back page to see that effing 3-line solution. That effing 3-liner. And as I proceeded to the next question, I got stuck once more. The same thing went on for the remaining five questions.

And It was not long enough when, for the first time in my life, I have failed a maths test.

24 upon 60.

Statistics. At the first place, we should not be doing it. It has been specifically dumped by the book author at the very last section of that mammoth textbook, because it’s supposed to be for next year’s suffrage. But THEY did it FOR US (WTF) this year, for the very purpose of selecting it as one of my school’s options for HL Maths. Cause Maths is beautiful. INDEED. I couldn’t agree more. There. Even more suffrage next year. I seriously hate statistics with all my heart and soul that if Statistics was a person, I would have stabbed him to death by now.

I just don’t get YOU. YOU, STATISTICS.

And I wonder why some people do get the shit out of you. Is it just me, is it just you, or is it just that I can’t stand the thought of shit during Maths lesson that’s why I can’t get you?

Good night everyone. More statistics for me tomorrow. Bwiset.