So today I took my math test and did better then I thought I would. I received an 83 which is very high for someone who didn't understand half of what was on the study guides or the tests, haven't taken math in about 2 years and is overall a failure at math in general. But when I sat down in the lady's office, she said in a calm detached kind of voice. "I'm going to have you take it again." I was heart broken. Damn, better luck next time. But when she showed me the score against what you have to get in order to be in certain classes, I knew why.
I was only two points away from the College Math, which is the class I need in order to graduate with my Associates of Arts in Psychology. That means that I will be there bright and early in the morning to take another math test, one that I was shaking at when I sat down and had now clue how to do the first 5 or 6 questions out of 12. I have to do better. I have to study tonight. But how do you study what you don't know? If I can test into that class, that means that I have less math to do in the next two years. Maybe just a semester or a year. I can live with that. I just have to use the tutors at the school.. ugh, math.
My back has been hurting a lot too, I'm not sure if it's from having my mattress on the floor or if it's from working, but damn, I wake up in a lot of pain. I also have a cyst in my body. Picture a steal ball that has spikes, sharper than any razor on every part of it's surface, different lengths and all. Now imagine it's about the size of a softball and is located just between your hip bone and the lower right hand side of your bellybutton. This is what I face every day, in various stages of pain. I know that it is not my appendix because I was diagnosed with the cyst a couple years back.
Sorry for any male readers here but, it could turn out to be cancerous or it could take away my ability to have kids. I mentioned this in my last post too. So with the combined efforts from my back and this, lets just say I don't do a whole lot of movements during the day - other then work.
I was only two points away from the College Math, which is the class I need in order to graduate with my Associates of Arts in Psychology. That means that I will be there bright and early in the morning to take another math test, one that I was shaking at when I sat down and had now clue how to do the first 5 or 6 questions out of 12. I have to do better. I have to study tonight. But how do you study what you don't know? If I can test into that class, that means that I have less math to do in the next two years. Maybe just a semester or a year. I can live with that. I just have to use the tutors at the school.. ugh, math.
My back has been hurting a lot too, I'm not sure if it's from having my mattress on the floor or if it's from working, but damn, I wake up in a lot of pain. I also have a cyst in my body. Picture a steal ball that has spikes, sharper than any razor on every part of it's surface, different lengths and all. Now imagine it's about the size of a softball and is located just between your hip bone and the lower right hand side of your bellybutton. This is what I face every day, in various stages of pain. I know that it is not my appendix because I was diagnosed with the cyst a couple years back.
Sorry for any male readers here but, it could turn out to be cancerous or it could take away my ability to have kids. I mentioned this in my last post too. So with the combined efforts from my back and this, lets just say I don't do a whole lot of movements during the day - other then work.