math murders!

or not. maybe it's just me. i hate it sooo much. i tried to love it and i did then i hated it again then i loved it and so on. with my sudden changes of heart, i have derived a conclusion that it is all about the manner and the person. when you like the manner math is taught but you hate the person teaching, learning is futile. same way goes with it's reverse. i can't say i've totally given up on math because my heart is still soo widely opened if in case it might wanna love me back by any chance.

but as of now, it pisses me off. if i had a peso for everytime i say "i hate math" this semester, i'd be so freakin' rich as bill gates himself. i'm exaggerating of course. but you get my point, i hate it this sem. i tremble every monday, wednesday and friday morning all the way til i get to class up to the end of the period because i so am dead sure i will fail in the given homework that i have been solving for five hours or more the previous day. i can't sit still in quizzes and long exams because i am still freakin' sure that i'd never get a perfect score. yeah, i feel bad for that.

i also realized that staring on a blank sheet of paper or a paper with shit solutions on it wont do the trick neither will five hours or more solving. so technically there is no trick really, it's just so damned. haha.