The good news is that the end is in sight. One more semester, then three more classes in the summer (fingers crossed) and voila, degree in hand.
Calculus has a special place in my books. I failed it the first time I enrolled. It was my first semester of University. I had just moved out, officially, for the first time, and I had a painful falling out with a dear friend, thus, I had other things on my plate. I forgot about math for the time being, and pursued my education without caring about the end of the road, where I would have to re-encounter the calculus demons once again, or drop out and dismiss all of the work I had put into obtaining a science degree from McGill university (snooty plug-in).
After my first or second class of calculus 1, the second time I took it, I called my co-star in a
complete panic. I didn't think I could do it. I was convinced I was going to fail a second time around, and especially since I got a failing grade on my first assignment, I was sure I was destined for another semester of misery, and was contemplating dropping the class. My love gave me courage, however, and I succeeded in the course with a final grade of 82%. I've never been very good at math at first, and I usually have to fail something once to do well in it eventually, but I'm pretty happy with this grade, and proud of all the work I put into it.During the course of taking calculus 1 the second time, at night school, I was crushing big-time on my teacher, who wasn't that much older than I was. I am in a committed relationship, and I know my partner was hurt by this, especially when I went out for diner with my teacher (strictly platonic dining), but it turns out I am dangerously attracted to guys who are good at math. Lucky for my boyfriend, he's also very good at math, so there was no question of me leaving him.
I pray that my new teacher is 1) an excellent teacher 2) non-intimidating 3) knows night school students don't want to become mathematicians per say 4) is someone I am not attracted to. I don't know if my heart can take much more ups and downs, so rest my soul, math is for science, not for lovin'!
