One thing funnier than me being totally attached (and by saying totally, it means sleeping in the morning just to finish episodes and make sure I don't get lag behind my own set-up timeline) to Gossip Girl right now is that I've grown afraid of Math than I could ever imagine. I mean, not that I am afraid of the subject itself but I'm afraid that the professor who flunked me on my first try in college had finally found another opportunity to fail me again. I mean, how could I not fail her class? Doesn't provide lecture hours, well she does, but it bothers me that the way she does it does not completely match with the quiz she gives me --or maybe us.

The last two meetings I had, she only gave a review on sets, real numbers and properties of what the hell I do not even know. The next thing I knew, I was there in that room, sleeping with my pen on the other hand -unfortunately giving up on her quiz. I'm sure I knew it back when I was in 8th or 9th grade but who cares? Something bad about me is that I don't really remember the things I don't think would be doing any good for me in the future. What does x and y have to do in my life? Or why would I care about the complexities of determining which is rational or irrational or non-real? What the fuck. Okay I kind of want to take back my word about x and y because they kind of help me with solving and finding missing puzzle pieces but the irrational, non-real and rational numbers? Seriously. The only thing I have to keep in mind about the word rational is reason. Nothing about Math at all.

I was really considering the fact of dropping it a while ago. Didn't attend class of course because I'm afraid she'd give the result of the first quiz and I will be sitting there feeling frustrated. Why is fate doing this to me? Doesn't it want to see me graduate on time? Because, apparently, with all the delays that I'm having it's not good. Encountering my previous professor and her awful teaching skills is absolutely 100% bad news. And I don't know if I can still do this, you know, sitting in class and pretending to listen when all she talks about are the things I don't understand because she just won't let me. Okay maybe I have a share on this too. So maybe I have to keep on trying.

So what if the professor teaching me Math doesn't like me at all? Or so what if I don't like her too? I have to get through Math this semester. I can't let it take it's toll on me. She's not worth it. It's not worth it, I have to stick to my goal. I have to graduate on time. I'll find someone to teach me. After all, I have friends who are good at it. At least. I'll just have to hang on for a few more months. I can do this.

Aim for the gold.

One thing funnier than me being totally attached (and by saying totally, it means sleeping in the morning just to finish episodes and make sure I don't get lag behind my own set-up timeline) to Gossip Girl right now is that I've grown afraid of Math than I could ever imagine. I mean, not that I am afraid of the subject itself but I'm afraid that the professor who flunked me on my first try in college had finally found another opportunity to fail me again. I mean, how could I not fail her class? Doesn't provide lecture hours, well she does, but it bothers me that the way she does it does not completely match with the quiz she gives me --or maybe us.

The last two meetings I had, she only gave a review on sets, real numbers and properties of what the hell I do not even know. The next thing I knew, I was there in that room, sleeping with my pen on the other hand -unfortunately giving up on her quiz. I'm sure I knew it back when I was in 8th or 9th grade but who cares? Something bad about me is that I don't really remember the things I don't think would be doing any good for me in the future. What does x and y have to do in my life? Or why would I care about the complexities of determining which is rational or irrational or non-real? What the fuck. Okay I kind of want to take back my word about x and y because they kind of help me with solving and finding missing puzzle pieces but the irrational, non-real and rational numbers? Seriously. The only thing I have to keep in mind about the word rational is reason. Nothing about Math at all.

I was really considering the fact of dropping it a while ago. Didn't attend class of course because I'm afraid she'd give the result of the first quiz and I will be sitting there feeling frustrated. Why is fate doing this to me? Doesn't it want to see me graduate on time? Because, apparently, with all the delays that I'm having it's not good. Encountering my previous professor and her awful teaching skills is absolutely 100% bad news. And I don't know if I can still do this, you know, sitting in class and pretending to listen when all she talks about are the things I don't understand because she just won't let me. Okay maybe I have a share on this too. So maybe I have to keep on trying.

So what if the professor teaching me Math doesn't like me at all? Or so what if I don't like her too? I have to get through Math this semester. I can't let it take it's toll on me. She's not worth it. It's not worth it, I have to stick to my goal. I have to graduate on time. I'll find someone to teach me. After all, I have friends who are good at it. At least. I'll just have to hang on for a few more months. I can do this.

Aim for the gold.