Life. It [Continues]

Today is a venting day fo sho.
(This is painful to write. My arms are shaking. I've been back from the gym for an hour. Something is wrong with me. That's not why I'm venting)
Ready?

I s.u.c.k. at math.
It's a pity. I try so hard to understand this baloney and it never works. Ever.
Okay. I got a 68 on not one but two quizzes!

That's freakinfailing.
I don't freakinfail.
Fanfreakintastic.

SO I'm sitting in class today scowling at the teacher, at myself, at the world..downright miserable. Now of course everything's not lost yet. There's a test on Wednesday that I'll prepare for and do well on soI'm making this sound a heckuva lot worse than it is.
Seriously though.
I don't want to get anything less than a B. (On the test, on anymore quizzes, in the class)
I may be getting anal, but hey, I don't settle for less.

Looking back, I guess that's the extent of my woes for the day but I swear it felt so much worse 6 hours ago. If there's one class I regret taking, it's this one.
The professor just irks me.
We have to listen day in and day out about how if we don't have the proper prerequisites, we shouldn't be there. Over and over and over she repeats this crap to sound important. It's like..we get the point. Teach us already.
That's another thing. She would much rather tell us where we could go for help outside of class than give us the help in class. And when "help" is attempted, she moves so fast through the problem, scribbles it out onto the board like the world's about to end, then makes mistakes, erases it, starts it over, and mutters about what not to do.

I am sloooooow in math. I don't goooooooo faaaaasssstttt.
Throw me a bone here.
No?
Fine.
Let me wallow in my self pity.

:)