This semester I’ve dubbed self improvement semester. Not only will I pass my first “college” level math class but I will also be improving personality traits that affect my day to day life. It’s just the start of becoming a better person and practicing what I preach.
This week specifically I’ve been trying to live with my embarassing moments, talking in front of others, and asking for help when needed. For me, all these things equal and embarassing moment. I for the life of me cannot go up to a teacher in class and ask for the help I need even though all the students around me are in the same predicament. What a foolish way to be.
The other day I walked into my class late, instited that I wasn’t actually late this time, and sat down in the front of the class. Low and behold I learned that this was in fact the class prior to mine. It had about ten minutes left and I had just made a fool of myself. I apologized and scurried out. Changing my thought patters to think that “no one will remeber or care that I just did that,” probably saved me from leaving the campus all together and not attending my class that was directly after that one. I thought, I don’t know anyone in that class except for the professor so who cares? Well, I did end up knowing one girl but I still maintained the who cares attitude and feel better.
Now today I couldn’t ask my teacher for help in a crowded room although the girl in front of me raised her had upwards (pun intended) to twenty times. I can’t allow this to happen again. I will not allow this to happen again. Especially since I really have no clue how to do maths. Remember, I said I will pass this gods forsaken class that has destroyed me in the past. Becides, numbers and rules should not have such control over your life.
I’ll leave you with that War Girls.