For three months now, I've had a hold on my account since I transferred with more than 90 hours. The USF administration claims that this test is so critical that they haven't let me register for any course above the 200 level. Have I mentioned that I'm a Senior English major? Everything that I need is 300 and 400 level. To get rid of the damn hold - which completely screwed up my schedule this semester - I had to either take Statistics (YUCK!) or the stupid test. I served the administration one better, I'm taking both!
It's been two years since I've had any kind of math, other than Statistics, and, having always been mathematically deficient, I've worked excessively hard to learn what little I do know. Last night I was flipping out about this stupid test, but this morning, and maybe because I'm not awake yet, I just don't give a damn. I'll do what I've always done - the best that I can - and if it isn't good enough, then I'll just have to do it another two or three times until it is.
I did that with a remedial math course at Chattanooga. I took it three times, twice at UTC and once at Columbia State in Franklin. I had the world's best math teacher at CSCC, and she not only taught me algebra, but she also taught me how to teach myself. Thanks, Mrs. McCoy - you saved me. I didn't just pass her class, I passed my expectations of myself. I aced the final, and I got the best final grade in the class. It was a long awaited and much deserved A.
I still wish that I was asleep right now with Chris, but I'm up instead, and ready to go. Maybe I'll pass, maybe I'll fail, but as long as I've done my best I'll be able to live with myself. So here's to my oldest foe, thanks for the challenges, you've taught me how tough - and to some degree - how intelligent, I am. And here's to my Aunt Sue, you were right dear, "Math sucks!"
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