The pains of math.
I'm dropping out of Calculus next semester. That's right. I decided it last night, and I was so very happy and excited.
I suppose it's not so much that I hate math, but rather that I don't understand it - nor do I have any desire to understand it. I.E. the quadratic formula. I know the formula, but it makes no sense why it works. I mean.. what the hell is (b^2 +or- the square root of 4ac) / b?
And it seems like every time a test is thrown in front of me, I look at it, I cringe, I put whatever answer comes to me first on the paper and hand it in. The only self-rules I have for tests and quizzes is to answer every question and to not walk out in the middle of a test. I have no ambition to get the correct answer.. I mean, what the hell is the purpose of the correct answer?
Anyway. So, I don't know what I'm going to fill the two class periods with. Maybe newspaper staff or public speaking. I'd love to do another literature course, but I already have two next semester - and that might be a bit much.
Now I just have to talk to three people. My mom. The counselor. The teacher. I hope it works out.
I dread school because of Calculus.
My life is worth more than Calculus. I hope.
I suppose it's not so much that I hate math, but rather that I don't understand it - nor do I have any desire to understand it. I.E. the quadratic formula. I know the formula, but it makes no sense why it works. I mean.. what the hell is (b^2 +or- the square root of 4ac) / b?
And it seems like every time a test is thrown in front of me, I look at it, I cringe, I put whatever answer comes to me first on the paper and hand it in. The only self-rules I have for tests and quizzes is to answer every question and to not walk out in the middle of a test. I have no ambition to get the correct answer.. I mean, what the hell is the purpose of the correct answer?
Anyway. So, I don't know what I'm going to fill the two class periods with. Maybe newspaper staff or public speaking. I'd love to do another literature course, but I already have two next semester - and that might be a bit much.
Now I just have to talk to three people. My mom. The counselor. The teacher. I hope it works out.
I dread school because of Calculus.
My life is worth more than Calculus. I hope.