(Conjunction Junction) What's Your Function?

I'm going to have a heart attack at the ripe old age of 26. I am working on my intermediate analytical methods class (or calculus) and it makes me want to shoot myself. I hate this so much. It makes me feel like an idiot. I don't have a pencil either, so I am permenantly writing my errors in pen for the world to see and watch me scratch out. My paper actually has tear stains on it from the heartbreak I had over problem 16.

Ok, I'm going to go back to it. Here's hoping someone calls me for a distraction...