Why am I not a mathmatician?

So, Last week. I was in the library. It was Friday morning right after the Arabic speaking midterm. It weren't all that bad. But, it was soon approaching the time when I would have to go to Political Science lab. Nothing really exciting ever happens there. So this post will not comment on that time period of the day. We will hang out just a couple hours before that when I was doing my practice assignment for said lab.
In poly sci right now we've finally started statistics. And we've finally begun to use spss, a computer program that's all about stats. I love both things. Stats and computer programs. I used to have grand dreams of becoming either. Little did I know that my high school sophomore year of statistics (six years ago) would come in handy now-a-days. We're going over it a lot simpler than we did in hike school. But life is tougher now, so my high school days are thumbing their nose at me for that. Me, Cory Newton, and Sunil Garg. We were the three sophomores in stats that year. Back when I hated Cory for being as smart as me. I didn't hate Sunil because I always expected him to be smarter. First off, he was indian. Second off, James dalton always talked about how he was a genius and won some spelling competition or trivia quiz in elementary school. Back at the coug mtn. I only went there for three months, if that.
So, I was in the library doing my two throw-back old-timey favourite things (stats on a computer) when I got an e-mail from a girl in the class. You know, one of those blackboard-wide e-mails that you get all the time and don't really like, but kan't do anything about because you have to be registered in the class. Yeah, one of those. And she was all like: "Help me the krade! I Khan't dew thais!" And I decided to help her out a little. Do my good turn for the day, (I actually had my "do a good turn daily" coin in my back pocket at the time). So, I started pounding out a good reply that would explain all of the stuff to her in as simple as words do allow. Then Arabic James walked up from being away from me and I said salutations, dear friend! And he responded in kind.
Then I glanced at the table just a couple feets away and saw none other than Meg sitting at the table (see the last post for an interesting anecdote on Meg). And as luck would have it, it was Meg who sent the e-mail! So, I was all like "Yo, Meg!" and she turned around and I was like You still need help with the assignment? And she was noddin her head like "yeah". So, I took her over to a computer and sat her down and told her how to do it. She was trying to do it in Excel. Big mistake, N00b. That's whatcha get. So, I explained it to her and she was gettin it real good and I said goodbye and she said thanks. And I was all like "any time, guurl." But it was mostly just in my head I said that last part. But you know what I mean. I love stats. No, I really do.