Trigonometry

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What the heck is this crap and why do I have to learn it!?

Trigonometry has absolutely nothing to do with what I want to be… “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to direct you to the bathroom because I can’t figure out how long this wall is and I seem to have forgotten my calculator”, or “I’m sorry, I can’t give you any medication today because I can’t seem to find the hypotenuse of this non-triangular device. What is this anyway? Is this a rectangle!?”

What the heck school?

Why doesn’t school work where you learn what you need, and if you decide you want to do something with math, you get to learn this crap? I don’t want to be a rocket scientist, and here’s a big surprise… scientists use calculators, so why am I having to show all this crazy work!?

a² = b² + c² – 2bccosA.

Okay, okay, no, I can understand that well enough, but c’mon now. This is hurting my face. I’m actually feeling quite nauseated just looking at these… things…

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03-21-2013

Today was an interesting day. I woke up early (as I seem to do every morning since starting medication), let the dogs out to go pee, then fed them. W came home a little bit later, I guess Leah pooped on the floor. I didn’t realize that she usually goes twice or more in the morning. What a weird dog. She is though, she’s like a little human. I’ve found that the pets I’ve had have all been little humans – which is absolutely fantastic.

After eating breakfast (which consisted of a juicy red watermelon), my Dad and I went on a bit of an adventure. We had to drive to the vet’s office.

It has come to our attention that the dogs have fleas. They’re always scratching, so at first, we thought it was just dry skin; that is, until we started getting bitten ourselves. I find fleas all the time, even when the dogs aren’t infested, and believe me, I kill those suckers! It’s so hard to kill them too, you have to dig your nail into them and wiggle, I really dislike doing it. Anyway, the dogs are infested so we had to get pills. We don’t use Advantage or whatever it’s called, we use something called Comfortis. Within 4 hours, all of the fleas that are on the dog just die and fall off. Then, for a month, the dogs are protected and whenever a flea jumps on them, if they bite, they immediately die and fall off. It’s an incredibly product. Our vet is pretty nifty too, he works with all the zoo animals. I’ll never forget bringing Thumper in to get neutered though… nor will I forget my little cone-head Leah.

After we had gotten home, I went over my essay one more time. We had to write an essay on a poem, again, and there was a few to choose from. I don’t remember all of them but the 2/4 I remember are “We Real Cool” and “the mother.”

I like reading for pleasure, so sometimes reading other things bothers me. The road to a good essay is writing on something that stands out to you and makes you feel. I chose “the mother” by Gwendolyn Brooks:

Abortions will not let you forget.

You remember the children you got that you did not get,   

The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,   

The singers and workers that never handled the air.   

You will never neglect or beat

Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.

You will never wind up the sucking-thumb

Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,   

Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children.

I have contracted. I have eased

My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.

I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized

Your luck

And your lives from your unfinished reach,

If I stole your births and your names,

Your straight baby tears and your games,

Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths,

If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,

Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.   

Though why should I whine,

Whine that the crime was other than mine?—

Since anyhow you are dead.

Or rather, or instead,

You were never made.

But that too, I am afraid,

Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?   

You were born, you had body, you died.

It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.

Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you

All.

Obviously, it’s a poem about abortion and the pain that a woman feels after going through with it. I’m iffy with abortion. Personally, I’d never get one if I were ever pregnant (the thought of pregnancy is terrifying, but abortion… even worse). I’m a pro-choicer though. I believe women should be given the choice to do as they please, though I believe in it more for rape and incest, or there being an extreme risk for the woman or baby. I have a lot of opinions on abortion though. I think the man should have a say too, but not to the point where he can force the woman to have one…

Confused yet?

Anyway, we had to write about theme, I said it was “pain doesn’t lessen with time.” And then there was also the tone, which is definitely remorseful. The woman is talking to her dead children and almost warning other mothers that if they do it, they’ll never forget and the pain will always be there!

Hopefully I get a good mark on my essay. It’s very difficult for me; I used to be a straight A student, now I struggle like no tomorrow. I’m so anxious about my midterm grade, I had to guess on so many of the questions… And I guess I can’t beat myself up too badly, after all, my memory is just coming back to me, though it’s not the same, but it still hurts. And you know, it’s funny, I’m doing so well in Math… I’m holding a B average in Math. That is the best I’ve ever gotten, it’s pretty unbelievable. I just wish I could pull at least a B in all of my other classes too. I MISS being a straight A student! It made me feel so good! And ah, to not study and still get 100%! Those were the days!

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My first class of the day started a little bit later – 2:30. My teacher had a funeral to attend. Most of us showed up though, which was nice. I have a bit of a wait for my next class (3:50-5:30) so I studied for my math test. It isn’t a structured course, you do everything at your own pace, but I studied. I did pretty well. I would have gotten 100% except… A) I used a calculator instead of my brain because I second guessed myself, and B) I accidentally multiplied something instead of added… oops. I still got 78% – that’s a B! I’m really proud of myself in Math, I really, really am.

After class, I took the bus home. Today, I got a friendly man. He wasn’t a great driver, but compared to the grumpy man from last time, this was a nice change. I know how to take the bus home now, so I figure it can’t hurt… as long as I’m wearing my braces anyway. I’ve been trying to conserve gas for my parents. I can’t take the bus there because the stop on the other side of the road is a bit of a walk, but coming home is easy.

Now, all I have to do is finish reading “Secret Daughter” and write a journal response on it.

I can see it now… “This book was so emotional to me, I wanted to throw it at a wall!” … yeah… we have to do an oral presentation on it. I don’t mind, I get anxious over it, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.

We’ll see how everything goes… I’ve made this blog far too long anyway!

 

Daily Prompt: Apply Yourself

January 19th

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.

Math.

Ugh, mathematics have always been a struggle for me. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t come easily, ever. I like to say I’m dyslexic when it comes to numbers; the minute I see numbers, my head spins.

I remember trying and trying and it just never coming. …algebra… good god, don’t even mention that. a+b=23525? What?

As of late, I’ve been doing really well in my math class. I’m trying extremely hard, my best, and it’s actually paying off. The last test I did I got 19/20 – that’s 95%! I’m impressed and incredibly happy with myself! I’m hoping I can keep the ball rolling and continue to get good marks and continue on with my education.

I’m trying my best!

Um, What?!

Math.

The worst subject for me.

I’ve always struggled with mathematics, I don’t know why, I just have. Numbers, logic… none of it makes sense! Apparently there’s a correlation between math and spina bifida, which I found to be intriguing. For the average person with spina bifida, we have average to above average IQ’s, excel in English and the likes, but struggle when it comes to math, and I usually don’t believe in those types of studies, but realistically, it makes sense. I don’t know if some part of the brain is affected that makes this happen, at first I’d say, “shunt!” …I don’t have one of those. I also don’t have chiari malformation, so I don’t know how it happens, it was just an interesting study.

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I don’t know if I should feel proud or ashamed…

Right now, as embarrassing as it is, I’m about a grade 9 math level, which as terrible as it is to say, is about true. I understand some things at a higher level, but I’m struggling even now, it’s legitimately difficult to me, so difficult it makes my brain spin.

So about feeling ashamed or proud… I’ve been asking my siblings for help. My sister is currently in 9th grade, so she knows a bit about what I’m doing and she’s helped me a ton already. My brother is in 7th grade and he’s a math whiz. Tonight, I explained a concept to him that he didn’t know and as soon as he heard it, he started figuring out the answers, correctly might I add, and was explaining how he got them to me.

Well slap my ass and call me a chinchilla.

I’m glad that my siblings have been able to help me. The teacher I currently have isn’t that great at explaining things, Barb explained in a way I seemed to understand, but the problem I have with the current teacher is that it seems she gets annoyed or frustrated if you don’t grasp the concept right away. I’m sitting there going “…okay… still confused…” There’s a woman doing her practicum in the class, and while I don’t know why exactly she’s in a math class, she’s been a big help and doesn’t get so frustrated because she’s learning just the same, so that’s been nice.

Laurie has also been kind enough to lend me her notes. She was in higher levels than I and is really good at math, but she took notes on eeeeverything. That’s going to be a big help because learning in a different manner is sometimes the biggest help you can get. Now I’m really glad that I have her in a class this semester.

So what’s left? 3 more sections of 062 then 063, 075. 076, and apparently I also need 084… If I can finish at least to 076, I can take 084 next semester and finally be done with school…

Crossing my fingers for that one.