However my final battle proved that I'm still worth a fight. That time this device decided to be on my side and fight along. Now that I ponder, I think we would make matching partners. I was just at peace to settle with a B. Because if I got A, my math teacher would get a heart attack. Even me. metaphorically of course =)
Revealing my history with math, I was just another kid trapped in the middle of differentiation and integration, and could find the right coordination. I mean, I don't know exactly what the hell am I doing in that math class. I was always lost in thought. I couldn't be more bored when teacher explain the theory and process. And extra lazy for Math extra class.
I even broke the college record to be the first one achieving 0 in a topical test. That's like, super-loser.
When exam schedule crawled onto my eyeballs, my head is all tangled. like spider-web tangled. I cannot do something that I cannot perceive the logic, despite of my teacher's endless guts to explain the logic in math. Yes, but what does diferentiation to do with shopping, anyway? I'm not gonna get a discount with my counting expertise. Nobody cares.
Except the sponsor, and University of Auckland. And their excessive force pressures this math dumbass to synthesize all the formulae and compromise with my calculator. I knew that I wasn't Einstein but I wish I was him. Just for that particular test.
But at the end of the day, I figured that we made quite a team.
Kudos to my non-judging classmates to not surrender to my pleas of ending our practice. Kudos to my study group to bear this math pessimist, bear with my moans and groans. And most important, kudos to my teacher for being so understanding yet forceful to push my ass, even in your rough days of pregnancy.
Farewell to old foe, and we shall not meet again.
