The past week has turned me into an insomniac, anxious and obsessed about my grades in math. I’ve never been one to stick with the rules, and when it comes to math, I’m not too keen on making exceptions. Badtrip naman bakit pa kasi  nauso ‘yan .i was really  sad at the same time i was really angry of myself because of the fact that i can’t really understand math.The truth is I will never love math. As in , hinding - hindi talaga .I will never look at a page full of numbers and feel thrilled or excited or challenged. I will never jump to my feet and be assertive when it comes to matters involving even the slightest bit of math.

 Ever since i was a kid , i was really struggling with math . Sa lahat  ng tao sa mundo ako pa ang nakaranas ng ganitong problema. Nakakastress talaga lalo na kung yung teacher mo pa sa math ay sobrang tapang , yung tipong pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa yung mukha. How come students can  learn if the teachers are strict ?  imbis na makikinig ka , uunahan ka na agad ng kaba .At ang pinaka-badtrip sa lahat ay yung tatawagin ka para sagutin yung  math problem sa board „at nagkataong hindi mo alam yung isasagot mo- kabadtrip diba >.<

 The “Oh-no,-math-again?” sigh I’ve perfected over time will never be replaced by a shout of glee. I will never ever love math. But i don’t have a choice but to appreciate the fact that i really need to appreciate it. I remember crossing my fingers and silently praying that my index card would remain hidden in the pile so I wouldn’t have to recite in class. 

At kung nag kataon namang  gumana ang utak ko sa math . And when that time finally comes, I’m sure I’m going to remember the math teacher who once told me that it was okay to fail—making him one that I would never forget..(crossed fingers)  ☺☺☺