Here we go again, screwed. It's funny that for the last 4 years of trying to acquaint myself with the fussy trade of college education, I still can't seem to maneuver myself away from failing exams. It's as if there is a sense of immunity associated with me failing and failure in it's truest sense.
Whenever a professor will schedule exams, take note that I'm one of those students who adhere to the infamous whine and groan postulate. Worse, when it is a math or chem exam. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm also part of the math- hates- me league. You see, everytime I see a chemical formula, I become nauseous. When I would be facing numbers and limits, this and that, I feel like vomitting. When I try to decipher solutions and comes up with products of Friedel- Crafts alkylation, etc. etc., I'll have a panic seizure. You may think I'm exaggerating, but exaggeration for me is getting through all these.
Every semester I would have a load of chem and math subjects. I wish I could just change the curriculum and propose for a GE major. During pre- enlistment period, there is the occasional gnashing of teeth, rolling of eyeballs, hit- me- I'm- doomed mood. For crying out loud, math again?
It's no question I would flunk the subject. A second take is actually not much of a budge. No matter how I try my hardest, I still could not understand my lessons. Maybe even if I drain my brain cells as a last resort, I just can't be able to comprehend the language of numbers and chemical formula.
Just a while ago, I took my second long exam for Organic Chemistry. I had another exam in Calculus coming the next day. What a treat. Well, that's how life in college goes. But, I wil try to exert a little more ounce of effort. That is, if dyslexia won't be able to run through my nerves again.
I don't have much of a choice. I guess, I'll just proceed to my next subject.
PE!
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Bo Sanchez... saludo ako!
