you better run better run -- outrun my gun
I love AP Statistics.
At least for now. I have a 100.3% in the class. I don't even remember the last time I had over an A+ in a math class. Maybe in eighth grade with algebra one. Maybe. If anything, it gave me renewed faith in my math skills. Okay, yeah, it was only the third week of school. We only covered six chapters. It's the introduction part of statistics. The easy stuff.
But even knowing that does little to ebb away at my happiness at my grade. I have the highest grade in my class -- a higher grade than the people who are supposedly math-oriented. In the past years, I have associated myself more with English and history than math (although I have never been "bad" at math). In the past years, I've been behind my peers in math classes because my first high school made me retake algebra one (even though I had an A in it during middle school). I'd just tell them that I was bad at math and they would nod sympathetically.
I'm not bad at math. I need to stop telling myself that. Truth be told, I'm decent at math -- even good. I scored the highest on my algebra 2 final out of all of my teacher's classes. He gave me a high five.
People who are bad at math do not score that well on math finals. I think I got something like a 96 percent and my day was made. I think I glowed when he told me my score (and that was not just because he was the most attractive teacher I have ever seen. Certainly not).
But now I'm in a class with people my age and I'm getting good scores. I'm not saying I'm a math genius or anything. I think it's more because I do my homework in a timely fashion and I have a good memory.
Still, this helps me with my confidence when it comes to math related areas. Maybe I'll end up doing something in math as a career. I just wish my future wasn't so cloudy in comparison to everyone else's. It just seems like everybody I know has an idea of what they want to be when they're older. A reason to apply to a certain college. Something like that.
Me, on the other hand -- I have a bunch of options. I could probably do a career in anything. Math, science, English, history, art (but probably not music. My voice/musical talents aren't that great). But I don't know what I want to do. How am I -- a seventeen year old -- supposed to make a lifelong decision when I don't even know the realm of possibilities? I'm too young. I haven't seen the world. I can't possibly make a good decision on what I want to do for the next fifty years of my life when I know so little!
But anyway -- tomorrow is going to be sad in stats class, I'm afraid. We're switching groups, which means I'm separated from my new friends. At the beginning of the year, I might have been happier about this. But Friday, my group and I had an intense bonding session when we were supposed to be working on homework. Ends up one of my friends got a DUI over the summer because he had a blood alcohol level of .025. Yikes. He had been downtown and taken a wrong turn and hadn't drank in hours. My other friend apparently almost got caught by the cops when he was having a heated moment with another guy in a car in an empty parking lot of a park.
Ha. It's just interesting. People are so multifaceted. These were two people that I didn't expect that from, and now... I feel like I judge people too quickly. I'm getting proved wrong left and right.
At least for now. I have a 100.3% in the class. I don't even remember the last time I had over an A+ in a math class. Maybe in eighth grade with algebra one. Maybe. If anything, it gave me renewed faith in my math skills. Okay, yeah, it was only the third week of school. We only covered six chapters. It's the introduction part of statistics. The easy stuff.
But even knowing that does little to ebb away at my happiness at my grade. I have the highest grade in my class -- a higher grade than the people who are supposedly math-oriented. In the past years, I have associated myself more with English and history than math (although I have never been "bad" at math). In the past years, I've been behind my peers in math classes because my first high school made me retake algebra one (even though I had an A in it during middle school). I'd just tell them that I was bad at math and they would nod sympathetically.
I'm not bad at math. I need to stop telling myself that. Truth be told, I'm decent at math -- even good. I scored the highest on my algebra 2 final out of all of my teacher's classes. He gave me a high five.
People who are bad at math do not score that well on math finals. I think I got something like a 96 percent and my day was made. I think I glowed when he told me my score (and that was not just because he was the most attractive teacher I have ever seen. Certainly not).
But now I'm in a class with people my age and I'm getting good scores. I'm not saying I'm a math genius or anything. I think it's more because I do my homework in a timely fashion and I have a good memory.
Still, this helps me with my confidence when it comes to math related areas. Maybe I'll end up doing something in math as a career. I just wish my future wasn't so cloudy in comparison to everyone else's. It just seems like everybody I know has an idea of what they want to be when they're older. A reason to apply to a certain college. Something like that.
Me, on the other hand -- I have a bunch of options. I could probably do a career in anything. Math, science, English, history, art (but probably not music. My voice/musical talents aren't that great). But I don't know what I want to do. How am I -- a seventeen year old -- supposed to make a lifelong decision when I don't even know the realm of possibilities? I'm too young. I haven't seen the world. I can't possibly make a good decision on what I want to do for the next fifty years of my life when I know so little!
But anyway -- tomorrow is going to be sad in stats class, I'm afraid. We're switching groups, which means I'm separated from my new friends. At the beginning of the year, I might have been happier about this. But Friday, my group and I had an intense bonding session when we were supposed to be working on homework. Ends up one of my friends got a DUI over the summer because he had a blood alcohol level of .025. Yikes. He had been downtown and taken a wrong turn and hadn't drank in hours. My other friend apparently almost got caught by the cops when he was having a heated moment with another guy in a car in an empty parking lot of a park.
Ha. It's just interesting. People are so multifaceted. These were two people that I didn't expect that from, and now... I feel like I judge people too quickly. I'm getting proved wrong left and right.