On being an adult, driving, my grade average of 1.2 and GODDAMN MATHS.
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[music| my brain telling me I'm stupid. ]
Being an adult means filling out tax returns. But not being able to find where you're supposed to fill out the damn things doesn't mean you're not an adult, it just means that you FAIL.
I had a feedback lesson at the driving school today. They say it's a good way to get feedback on how your driving style evolved after you got your licence, but it's really just an excuse for them to relieve me of all my money :P
Anyway, I drove well. The other woman who also had her feedback drive was awful. Like, I can't believe they let her have a driver's licence awful. She couln't even drive a straight line :(
I have a week of holidays until the next semester starts. I got my report card! I have a grade average of 1.2 (5 being the worst). I have Bs in pattern construction, workshop and (annoyingly) maths.
I suck at maths, yet I love it. Or maybe it's the other way round: I suck at maths, therefore I love it because I'm a stupid masochistic bitch and developed a stupid streak of ambitiosness over the last year.
This would not bother me so much if I, in my infinite wisdom, didn't want to go to university and study fucking engineering sciences, which has maths ALL OVER THE PLACE.
It would also not bother me if I, following my decision to study fucking engineering sciences, had not also decided to do one of my oral graduation exams in maths. My maths teacher gave me a few examples of the calculations I would have to be able to do, and they are all complete bitches. Four years of grown-up-maths condensed into two pages of calculations. I have so far been unable to complete any of them, except for the one about the truncated cone. I calculated its volume alright, but then number b was "and now calculate its volume again, but WITH INTEGRAL CALCULUS". The problem being that I was never taught how to calculate bodies using integral calculus.
I AM SCARED. Of myself. And of maths.
The stupid thing is: I could still elect history for my oral exam. It would be easy. It would be interesting. It would mean good grades. It would also mean not taking the challenge to elect maths and fucking ace it. And I hate myself for that last part.
D: ]
[music| my brain telling me I'm stupid. ]
Being an adult means filling out tax returns. But not being able to find where you're supposed to fill out the damn things doesn't mean you're not an adult, it just means that you FAIL.
I had a feedback lesson at the driving school today. They say it's a good way to get feedback on how your driving style evolved after you got your licence, but it's really just an excuse for them to relieve me of all my money :P
Anyway, I drove well. The other woman who also had her feedback drive was awful. Like, I can't believe they let her have a driver's licence awful. She couln't even drive a straight line :(
I have a week of holidays until the next semester starts. I got my report card! I have a grade average of 1.2 (5 being the worst). I have Bs in pattern construction, workshop and (annoyingly) maths.
I suck at maths, yet I love it. Or maybe it's the other way round: I suck at maths, therefore I love it because I'm a stupid masochistic bitch and developed a stupid streak of ambitiosness over the last year.
This would not bother me so much if I, in my infinite wisdom, didn't want to go to university and study fucking engineering sciences, which has maths ALL OVER THE PLACE.
It would also not bother me if I, following my decision to study fucking engineering sciences, had not also decided to do one of my oral graduation exams in maths. My maths teacher gave me a few examples of the calculations I would have to be able to do, and they are all complete bitches. Four years of grown-up-maths condensed into two pages of calculations. I have so far been unable to complete any of them, except for the one about the truncated cone. I calculated its volume alright, but then number b was "and now calculate its volume again, but WITH INTEGRAL CALCULUS". The problem being that I was never taught how to calculate bodies using integral calculus.
I AM SCARED. Of myself. And of maths.
The stupid thing is: I could still elect history for my oral exam. It would be easy. It would be interesting. It would mean good grades. It would also mean not taking the challenge to elect maths and fucking ace it. And I hate myself for that last part.