1, 2, 3, 4...AGH! Make the numbers stop!

I can't stand math. It's as simple as that. i can't stand looking at numbers, let alone solving the problem.Nobody seems to understand, as emo as that may sound. I can't even handle simple problems like long division or even telling time on an analog clock. I can't measure anything that is a 'weird' length. I can't grasp the concept of exponents or scientific notation. I freak out around decimals and fractions. The list goes on and on. Most people use math countless times a day. I, on the other hand, avoid it as much as possible. I am most always estimating things, hoping it's my lucky day.

If you look at my math grade, you'd probably laugh at me. I actually tried at least 80% of the assignments/quizzes/tests and yet the majority is also 60% or below. I try, I really do. I try to the point that I cry and get so aggravated I want to throw something or someone across the room.

I think it's so much more depressing when I think about the person that took the time out of their day to help me with math. They could have been doing something much more fun like hanging out with his "cooler" friends down the road. Not only am I failing in the actual classes, I'm also failing him. He wasted all of that time helping me and for nothing. I just really want him to know how much I appreciate his volunteered time and how sorry I really am. When others try helping me with math, they just give me the answer, get annoyed, think of me as being dumb, and so on and so forth. He, on the other hand, doesn't care if he has to do the same problem three times or answer common math sense questions for me. Unlike the others, he never gave up on me.

The bottom line is that I give up. At this point, I have no problem failing my current math class. Well, that's actually false. I DO have a problem with it, but my emotional health is screaming at me to just give up. I don't like giving up. I hate that phrase, but sometimes we all have to make sacrifices. I just miss that feeling I had back in elementary school when I understood everything and could follow what the numbers meant on the board. Unfortunately, that didn't last past fourth grade. Now the only thing that keeps me going is the excitement, relief, and happiness I feel when I understand a mathematical concept or sometimes when I simply solve a problem. I've been behind for so long, I have this feeling that there's no catching up now.

Consider this to be the official I quit math post.