Strange thing is, I used to be really good at it. I used to be one of the best in my class at it. I didn't mind it, it all made sense. Then one stormy day it all changed..
Okay, it wasn't that dramatic, and it definitely didn't happen in a day. More like a semester. The 'it' of my woes : algebra. It was a bird course through elementary school. Add this to this and now you have that; easy. Middle school wasn't bad either. High school is where the troubles began. New school, new problems. They say when you're bad at math it's because you missed something, that there is a gap. Well I suppose that is true but I didn't know where my gap was. Eighth grade I was good, ninth grade; not so much. I like to blame the teacher. I had her freshmen year and again my junior year where I vowed never to take algebra again. I still think the only reason I passed that class was because my teacher wanted me out of the room. Unfortunately college didn't allow me to keep that resolution and I had to dig my calculator out and try again. And again, and again. Hopefully this time when I'm done, I'll really be done with it. I'd like nothing more than to never bother with inequalities again. Luckily I get a better grasp on most of my other subjects, and if I don't then studying more often usually does the trick. Algebra is my ongoing problem. Perseverance is the key, right?
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