I was wrong. I like math because I have had amazing teachers and professors. (And because I'm good at it.) This realization came to me today when I was sitting in my wonderful Mathematical Structures class for the first time, wondering what in the world I had done by switching my major.
This is a list of things running through my head for that awful hour and fifteen minutes:
- Dear lord.
- I hate my life.
- Shoot me now.
- Did he really just say that?
- I wonder if there is another, more competent professor here whose class is still open.
- ...Was that seriously a racist comment that he just made?
Oh boy. The list goes on.
Structures is NOT going to be the uplifting class I had planned on this semester. That's okay! I'll just have to work a lot harder than expected.
FML.
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