WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH IT???

All of a sudden…I hate Math. Seriously.

Numbers just eludes my mental state. Simple equations stays, but the newer, complicated ones just seem to fly over. Not to mention the formulas. God I hate it. So, early on I already went to the lecturer for help. Okay. Partial understanding is expected: total understanding comes from a proven rinse and repeat technique called STUDY.

So, moving on: some formulas just can’t go in. Meaning, some people can’t understand what the f*** is that supposed to mean until the last possible moment. Here’s a conversation:

A: Hey, is this the right formula?

B:Huh? What formula?

C:Oh, that question uses this formula. (shows the proper equation)

A and B: *slaps head* THAT NEVER CROSSED MY MIND!!!

Not an unfamiliar sight for those who went for any major exam, I believe. Realization at the point of no return.

I’m sure no one can remember 100% of everything taught in classes. Even if the lecturer is charming/beautiful/handsome/cute etc. Actually, those point makes it HARDER for students to focus on the subject itself. Furthermore, some lecturers have more looks than brains, and it gets irritating to the point of me wondering “How did this person became a lecturer in the first place?“. Trust me when I say I’d rather have a lecturer that’s not attractive at all, but has the brains to aid a students’ success.

Have you ever been in a situation where you made a mistake, studied over it, and still made that silly mistake AGAIN? Hah, betcha dozens, hundreds maybe thousands of students did this thing at least once or twice, maybe more in their time as a student. “Oh no, I’ve never done the same mistake twice. I’m a genius after all.” Bullshit, I say. You’re not a student then if you’re so perfect, you know that?

Even the best laid plans for examination engagements can go awfully awry. Just ask any student you passed through in your walk of life. No matter how meticulously planned out that plan is, there is always a chance that it can go wrong at some point.

Given A=v+E2(x-c),  what is the exponent of E, given that the total equation is 100?

Answer: -Sorry mam, totally forgot.

-Can I try this next time?

-Migraine. Can’t answer.

-Answer please?

-I’m skipping this, since I know NOTHING about it.

Wish your answer sheet pops this options whenever you “phased out” during writing the answer. All in all…MATHEMATICS IS CURRENTLY MY #1 BANE!!!

Thank You.

This is not limited to just those mentioned here. If you feel the same way I do now, then I say thank you, for having this so very special feeling.

I was feeling down in the dumps lately. To be exact, since I came back to university, four days before the Chinese New Year hols ended. During those times…well, let’s just say everything went on a landslide for me.

*huge mount of dirt  marked “PROBLEMS” rushing down a slope hill*

I was left gasping for air, tired fighting back the endless wave. It crushed me physically and mentally. Suffice to say, when rescue came to me, I was close to meeting Him.

“Hey, someone’s alive here!”

“No way! To survive that much dirt on him!”

“Stop babbling and GET ME THE MEDIC!! NOW!!!!!”

I was battered, bruised, a piece of mangled flesh with such slim hopes of surviving. “God, why must this happen to me?” I kept asking myself. What happened if I chose a different way, a different path? Surely I wouldn’t have to face such a landslide again.

*Memories coming back. Creepy.*

During those period of self-healing, I was frequently in a trance state. Ignored my friends. Ignored my lecturer. Acting like merely an empty shell on autopilot. The only time I felt like in my body was when I stared at the night sky. Pitch black, with countless stars shining and a huge golf ball lighting my nights staring alone. Crying silently, alone, illuminated by the soft ethereal glow only the night can provide. It feels different. It feels much better. It feels like something within me stirs. But I’m not keeping my hopes high.

*Hand suddenly grows fur and claws. Uhh, LOL???*

Waking up today made me feel like a million $$$ was in my account. Maybe it’s from the body wash I used, maybe from the new hair wax I’m using, maybe it’s what I had for breakfast. I can’t be certain. Maybe God took pity on me, held my hand in His and guided me silently. I can tell though that today…things feel much better for me. So thank you God. Thank you for all those who were there for me, physically or not. I may not need all the support you gave me, but even if you weren’t there, I know that you are helping me.