Well, I am having fun with this so far. I am ahead of my lectures in school as of right now. I baked some cookies today to give to the neighbors since we let the dog out the front door on Sunday to browse over the Lillys and he came back in the house with a bag of cookies tied up with a pink ribbon. We figured the neighbors would be pretty ticked if we gave them their cookies moist with dog slobber, and today was the first day this week I have had the ingredients and the time to make it up to them. I don't even think they even know they had a bag of cookies tied up with a pink ribbon anonymously set on their front porch, (there was no name attached to the pink ribbon, unless, Koda ate the tag and left the cookies for us- he is selfless like that- I wouldn't be surprised) and I am still wondering whether or not I should actually knock on thier door or keep the cookies and the faux pas (or should I say fur paw) to myself.

Here we go!

So, it is a grand thing to conquer old anxieties, and not only overcome them, but excel in overcoming them. For me, Algebra is an old anxiety I feel I am learning to conquer. I firmly believe that my teenage brain was not developed enough to allow me to complete algebraic problems succesfully in order to retain the processes in my brain with the resources I had available to me. I also firmly believe that my perfectionist self resigned to the fact that math wasn't going to come easy to me. Because it wasn't going to come easy to me, I was going to have to fail innumerable times before I got to the correct solution, and I never liked failing. Thus, as a youngster, I didn't try many new things.Coming from a family with seven children, one child's inability to easily compute math was probably overlooked. I remember vividly the day that math became my enemy. In the second grade, I was in the highest math group and my classmates and I had gathered to the old lady with the helmet hair's classroom. We were subtracting numbers like this: 37-29= ?, or 23-15=?. Because we had to do the little fiddly thing by crossing out the first number and applying a...( you know what I mean, I can't explain it.) anyway, I couldn't do it. I got every single question wrong on my math test. The teacher looked at me like it was my fault I couldn't understand this new process, and I really took this failure to heart. I wrapped my arms around my head and sobbed and sobbed a snotty, salty pool onto my desk. Only Kelcey Kemp asked me what was wrong and what could he do about it, so, I loved him until the seventh grade. Jarrard love is loyal love. So, I am seeing mathematics in a whole new light. With a fully formed and mature frontal cortex, and with a mature 'I don't fear failure' attitude, only a 'I fear never trying' attitude, and a higher than average IQ, I can ace my math 1010 class. I think it is fitting that it is math 1010 and not math 101 nowadays, because 1010 is 911 more than 101, which would indicate math 1010 was more difficult than math 101. (I used the fiddly subtracty thing to figure that out!)