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I also got screwed by the placement test from PCC, and even on my English, which is laughable since I’m also a writer. I spent years going through meaningless English classes where I barely put forth any effort at all to succeed whereas so many other students were struggling. And my algebra classes? I got placed at Math 125, but my first math teacher was horrible, professor Kasfy, then my second was also horrible and treated her classes like we were in elementary, but I passed with a C. Then Math 131 came, and my next math teacher was unbelievably horrible, to where my fellow students were teaching HIM how to solve problems, because he was so old and sometimes hours late to class, as well as deaf and should have been fired, but he held tenure so he was still teaching. I and so many others were failed by him, but I think he doesn’t teach anymore.

Then my next Math 131 teacher was the second math teacher for Math 125, and again she was horrible, and I had something like a 68% or 69% and I failed. I did all the homework and took excellent notes, but NOPE, still failed. These assholish math professors had no mercy on a LIBERAL ARTS major like myself. Then a new revolutionary course came out, which was Math 150, like a precursor to Math 15. I took Math 150 and it was by far the most refreshing math class I’ve ever taken, and most of what was taught had REAL LIFE APPLICATIONS, things that I would USE in my life after college. Needless to say, since it had real relevance to my success outside the classroom, I was able to learn it much more easily, and I passed with an 88%, because they had some home buying project that I missed the deadline for, believing I could turn it in a day late for less credit and still get an A.

Then Math 15 came around and I had professor Faccuseh, and what do you know, she was beyond horrible. The way she taught, even some of the math we did, she was teaching us anthropology and retarded Punnett squares, and how they supposedly had something to do with math?! I dropped that class early, sensing a class-wide failure, which inevitably happened.

I took Math 15 again with my first ever math professor, professor Kasfy, except this time, he had learned much from his previous teaching mistakes, and had become a much better math professor. I’ll be honest, at that point I had been doing so much math for so many years as a liberal arts major, when barely any of it had anything to do with my career goal as a history/english teacher myself, that although I was enthusiastic about getting an A, I was just so depressed and dealing with all manner of personal problems that I would be grateful with just a C.

I didn’t do any homework for two whole chapters, and then a couple more assignments missed from the third chapter, but as usual, I took excellent notes. I got two D’s on my first two tests, but I learned from the professor that as long as one did the homework, you could still pass with D’s on your tests. “Fuck”, I thought. So I decided to get A’s on my tests so that I wouldn’t get screwed on the homework. The third test came around, which was the longest and typically hardest, and I got a 92%. Then the fourth test came, and with making some excellent study notes, I got an 80%, but that fourth test seemed like the hardest of the class. Then the fifth test came and I thought I got an A, but I got an 84% instead.

Still, through my calculations, I realized I only needed to get a solid 60% on my final to pass the class, and though I had wishful thinking of a B and regrets of not getting an A, I still focused and studied to at least get a D. I studied for 2 and a half hours. I got a 94% on my final. Excellent study notes, and studying all that I didn’t yet fully master from my previous test corrections.

I got a B in the class. Ironically if I had done the homework for the first two chapters, I would have gotten higher scores on my two first math tests and would’ve gotten an A in the class. But severe depression hampers my ability to do well in certain subjects, and I’ve been suicidal for years. It’s hard enough to find the will to succeed in college math classes which are my worst subject, when I struggle just to find the will to live.

Still, I greatly despise America’s utterly brain-dead emphasis on math, math, math! Without literacy, knowledge of history, appreciation of arts and culture and music, or understanding of philosophy and biology, what is math? Emptiness, that’s what it is. A nation full of empty-headed idiots whose only talent is to solve academic math problems. What brain-dead society would encourage such a future? Funnily enough, there are companies that seem to be choosy about who they hire in fields where math and science majors tend to turn to after getting their degrees, and they prefer the guy with a bachelor’s in HISTORY and a master’s in business or accounting, rather than the straight math major. I hope all straight math majors find themselves jobless and unemployed in the future, save only as professors, trapped in the fake world of academia.

As for myself, I have always had a great talent when it comes to understanding and exploiting all things financial, and I’ve been making accurate stock predictions for going on 15 years now. I think I’ll get a teaching job and then go straight into the financial world, and it’s irrelevant that I don’t have a business or accounting degree, because real world experience trumps the fake academic world every time.

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