I am not, nor will I ever be, a math person.
In math class, there are a million more things to be thinking about than radicals and exponents and the nth power of a million. Like should I go to the gym later?, I wonder what's for lunch, and other things, like shopping, boys, my law homework, the long weekend coming up, and pretty much anything that does not involve numbers and somehow solving them.
That's what happens to me, I start thinking about all this crap and suddenly there's a board full of notes I have yet to copy down. I glance at the clock and realize that only five minutes went by--excuse me? How can anyone learn all this in five minutes?!
I press on because once I finish this, I only have to take quantitative measures as far as math goes for the psychology major.
Anyway, I'm super stressed out, so I'm going to go put on some running shorts and head out for a small jog. When I get back, I'm hoping I'll be too wiped out to care much about anything.
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