The Repercussions of Camp

Now that I've been on the best camp of my life, I'm stuck with a fuckload of maths. Oh the irony, going on a maths camp so that I miss out on maths classes- and now I'm behind on maths. Actually, I wouldn't be behind, if a certain someone *glare*didn't urge the teacher on in class. Dude, jealousy has its limits. Making me catch up on maths for an entire weekend is so not cool. I can't believe the teacher was ridiculous enough to push on with content AHEAD OF SCHEDULE, WHILE 1/3 OF THE CLASS WAS AWAY. I'm so pissed I could strangle a cat right now.

No, that was an exaggeration, stupid. I'm not soulless enough to strangle a cat.

So now I'm staring at my textbook, which my oh-so-wonderful-and-totally-not-clueless (this is sarcasm) teacher suggested I read. Yes, I understand that there are examples in the book, and I can, in fact, read. Whether I not I comprehend this witchcraft written here is another thing. WTF is a delta x.

Needs more unicorns and shit.

One moment I'm reading about how these rectangles are relevant to finding the area under a curve- and I do not understand why the area of a rectangle needs to be more complicated than length times width- then the next moment I arrive at this sentence saying "This is a very important result and is called the Fundamental Theorem of the Calculus" Wait, what? After re-reading the book another 3 times, I'm quite certain that I have no idea what "The Fundamental Theorem of the Calculus" means. Sure, I can find the antiderivative and stuff- then substitute the values for a and b in- but missing a whole chunk of theory makes me uncomfortable.

I don't know how long I'm going to have to spend with this textbook tonight- and considering how I'm blogging right now and wasting time on the internet as opposed to reading- it's going to be a long night indeed. FML.