Before school starts again (on MONDAY!! GAH!) I need to get all the blogging out I can before I am taken over by my alter-ego "School-Ryanne" - Its not a pretty sight.

Anyways....

In thinking about starting a full schedule this fall, it reminded me of the classes I have already taken, and the pain I have already endured! (OK so It really isn't THAT bad.... except for math... math REALLY was bad)

Which brings me to Mr. Blitzer. Or more accurately, the death of Mr. Blitzer.

Let me explain. Mr. Blitzer was the man who wrote my math book. A 800+ page book that was full of useless boring and repetitive information. What took Mr. Blitzer an entire chapter to explain, took my AMAZING, HANDSOME, and WONDERFULLY AWESOME math tutor about 3 sentences (2 of which was re wording the first sentence because I still couldn't understand) This man should be nominated for saint-hood, I will put in many good words for him when we stand at the pearly gates!

 Anyway's, I digress....

Mr. Blitzer was the bane of my existence for 6 long weeks! So at the end of the class rather than sell my book back, I decided the only logical thing to do was to shoot the holy crap out of it. The images that follow are the massacre that felt better than passing with an A+ (all thanks to Jacob-the-amazing-handsome-wonderfully-awesome-math-tutor-extraordinaire)

(Ryanne , Zac, and  Jacob-the-amazing-handsome-wonderfully-awesome-math-tutor-extraordinaire)