This is the thought I had when I was in high school.
I liked math when I was young. Then came high school and my first algebra class. I had to work for it but still managed to get a B.
Geometry sophomore year was not good. I didn’t understand it, I struggled but managed to still get out of there with a B. I will never know how.
Enter Algebra 2 in my junior year.
This stuff makes NO sense
I will NOT use it in my every day life. Why must I take it?
On the very last day I could declare, I decided to take the class on pass/fail thinking that I would pass it. Maybe with a D, but I would pass it and it wouldn’t hurt my GPA. I failed.
The spectacular crash and burn.
I got tutoring and I still couldn’t pass it but apparently I got something for effort because I did manage to get a Pass on my report card.
This morning, we were walking in the cemetery like we do every morning.
There were some guys preparing to dig a grave. They were measuring and remeasuring.
David said, “Can you imagine if you dug the wrong place? You wouldn’t even be able to hide your mistake.”
I had been talking with my friend, Mariam, on twitter this a.m. about math and who uses it in real life.
Well, in order to make nice clean lines like this
grave diggers do!
I’m so glad I’m not a grave digger.