I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. In theory that’s a really good analogy. Here’s why… I’ve never choked to death. Every time I’ve ever bitten off more than I can chew, I just chew and chew and chew. Usually I don’t even need my gag reflex… everything just waits it’s turn to be chewed and swallowed. If I use this analogy than I can have hope that I’ll make it through this semester with all As and a C (calculus), or all A Bs and a C. Or just all passing grades… I guess would suffice, but not really. But really, I’m scared. I’m terrified. I’m petrified. I don’t think I’ll make it through okay. It’s so impressive what the stress from one class can do to your work ethic for every other class.
Math defeats me. Absolutely defeats me. I can’t do math. My brain doesn’t do it. It completely shuts down as soon as there is something I don’t understand or can’t do.