So it occurred to me, I dislike math. Because I suck at it. And it takes a lot of steps to work out the problems. Science, well I’ve always loved bio. Want to torture me, keep that saw down, believe you me I would rather hack off my toes that sit down and understand chemistry and or physics for you. They do not make sense to me, not one bit. Economics? Please drop that graph. Demand and supply make perfect sense to me, just don’t doodle lines and try to explain it to me. I would still not fathom the unfathomable.
But for me to drop literature, one of my favourites, for biology? Talk about from frying pan to fire. Frying pan because it is American literature. I am good wiv literature, American literature on the other hand consist of painful, saddening history. Oh and weird vocabulary.
And I thought bio would be bio bio. NOT molecular bio. Not bio with some chemistry in it. And I am in a class with brain boxes. They are too smart for me. I only work with smart people that can help me without feeling all posh. E.g. Saba, Eric, Urooj, Aliya, Afsheen. They are the only ones I can rely on, and none of them are even anywhere near west Africa. Thing is, we barely keep in touch anymore.
Ho lawrd. The only thing I could do here is actually dedicate two hours of my nights studying these things. I got up early to finish my bio assignment today, which my newest pal boss helped a bit with; he’s super genius by the way. But I can’t seem to complete it. Even though I got helped. Ho lawd.
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