I'm Going to Complain for a Minute

Algebra - is the only thing that is making my life somewhat not enjoyable.

So I should consider myself lucky. Although, it is a horrible head game I've been playing with myself. While kids half my age may have already started calculus in high school, I am struggling with algebra at age 26.

I do my school work after my actual job. I go to a learning center at a nearby college and take tests as I go through the chapters. I've been trudging my way through the semester, since last semester they cut funding for the learning center which means half of the tutoring staff had to be cut. So I would wind up waiting an hour to talk with one of them this semester and it was totally lame. They would help me as quick as possible, then frustratingly go on to the next kid. I wish they warned me before I joined the course.

In the end it is really my own fault though. It just feels better to blame the tutors. I could have spent more time studying and figuring it out myself, although I have done a fair share of that. I didn't give my 150% like I usually do for my other classes. So now there is a little less than two weeks left in the semester and I choose now to panic. I'm asking friends now for their help when I should have asked months ago. Why do I do stupid things sometimes? Damn, now I have to worry about how things are going to turn out, and I'm going to talk to my professor tonight and take a chapter test as well. Then ask another Professor for an extension for the other algebra course I need to take.

Things will work out. I thought I'd just let anyone who cared out there know that I'm not always happy. I cry man tears sometimes. : (