Thursday, September 01, 2005
Ischufehd.
Some people just happen to know their way around Math 17 long exams. Unfortunately, I'm one of those who'd easily get lost in a sea of radicals, exponents, constants, conjugates, roots--the entire friggin set of real numbers. To make things worse, I'd always end up drowning.
And I thought I had learned to love Math. In high school, I'd always get a line of 9 in Math. In college, I'd give anything to go even just a wee bit above that sole line of 3. Man, I badly need Sir Samson.
I finally passed the Midterms. Then again it was low. Low low. As I carefully examined my numerical scribblings for each item, I realized I made a whole lot of careless mistakes. I wrote pluses for minuses. Four times thirteen became negative nine. Ischufehd.
So how are you supposed to feel about a 3.0 class standing? I know I can still do something about it (and actually PRACTICING would be a good start) but NO, I just couldn't stop thinking how bobo I am at Math. Think positive, they say. I do, really. I try HARD to think positive about this matter. However I still am depressed. I feel so ischufehd. What's worse is I know I'm not but fate seems to fail me. ARGH.
I think I should HINTdropHINT.
Then again, maybe not.
Grades do not determine one's worth.
INTEGRITY DOES.
