I am not sure how it happened.
I remember signing up for my fall classes.
I remember my advisor saying that I needed another math.
I just don't remember agreeing.
It must have been a moment of weakness.
You see... I don't do math.
Let alone Algebra.
I stinketh at the Algebra.
Give me a book to read.
Give me a sentence to diagram.
But, please oh please...don't give me an algebraic equation.
Did I mention that am not so good at the Algebra?
Anyhoo...I bought my book and began to think way back to a time I knew how to solve an equation.
20 years back.
I thought and thought, but it didn't help.
I tried to work out problems, but that didn't work either.
So I closed my eyes, said a prayer and took my first quiz.
I am so glad you asked.
I (insert word that rhymes with mailed) it.
And I did what any good student would do.
I composed an email (or ten) to my professor to drop the class.
And I called my Dad.
My wise father suggested I
So I did.
I think my tutor is blown away by my mathematical skills.
Or lack of.
She mentioned during our first session that I had really nice handwriting.
She also said my College Algebra book was pretty.
I am sure hoping that a pretty book and nice handwriting will get me an A!