I don’t count numbers or time as math. Mostly because counting can be hard.
I’ve noticed that the weeks keep going by faster and faster. Does this mean I’m getting old? Of course, a class period can still drag on for near infinity. Some things never change.
I have a lot of stuff to do, but at least now I know what I’m doing. It’s nice when bureacracy is overcome by someone just telling you what you need to do. And, I hate forms. Especially hated by me are the forms that you have to type out, and then have people sign. What if you do something wrong on the form? Do you have to get everyone to sign it all over again? Tedium. I think it’s called red tape because sometimes people’s blood gets all over it when individuals are driven to fits of rage.