First of all, I want to wish a Happy 42nd birthday to my disco auntie, Gloria Ruth Jones. I hope to look as foxy as you when I hit 42, Aunt Glo!
Well, here it is—a cold, chilly Monday afternoon in Bearcat Country, and after the morning that I had, it’s a wonder that I’m mentally conscious. Let’s just say that that the phrase “deer in headlights” comes to mind.
My African Diaspora II class is no problem, especially considering that everything I learned in its preceding class has triggered my memory. However, that Geometry & Trigonometry class—DAMN!!!
Now, I can hear some of you now: “Natasha, it ain’t that bad, is it?” Well, maybe it’s too early to tell, but let me ask you all a question: When have you ever heard me say that I was a mathematical genius? Better yet, when have you ever known me to be a mathematical genius? Trust me when I tell y’all—compared to this damn Geometry & Trigonometry class, last semester’s Algebra was a cakewalk.
I know, I know—I’ve got to count the cost and prove my worth, but I’m tryin’ to tell y’all: I have never really been a huge fan of mathematics. It’s only been Day One, and I am so lost right now. God forbid I have to teach this class to my kindergarten class in the next twenty years. I can see it now: I’m gonna have to write “I will learn my math” one hundred times for my students.
Okay, maybe it won’t come down to that, but I am deeply concerned about this Geometry class. I wish I didn’t have to take it, but since it is a requirement, I may as well go ahead and meet this challenge head on.
Good grief—I just realized that my 3.8 GPA is on the line here! My final grade in this Geometry class will no doubt affect my grade point average from here on out. Oh, crap—I’m in trouble!
There’s only one thing left to do:
Lord, I’ll be content if You let me slide by with a B- or a C, but nothing lower than that.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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