Where has this week gone? Seriously. I think I slipped in to some kind of summer time warp! Between spending time in the sun, at music festivals, visiting with friends and playing with ponies I've also managed to gut out some of the deepest, messiest corners of my closet (both of the literal and proverbial kind...though not in a gay kind of way:) It wasnt easy but I hope it is for the best.
Anyways... why the "Me + Math = Imbecile" title? I am studying... well actually at this moment I am, more specifically, procrastinating but I should be studying. Tomorrow I should be going in to take a test... and I haven't taken a test of any kind in, *thinks hard* a decade? Actually more! Yikes! I feel even more intimidated now, and a little old to boot!
I am going to go in to take a University Upgrade Assessment. This will test my English and math comprehension so that the university can place me in appropriate upgrading classes that will prepare me to take university or collage credit courses. I have no (read "No" in ginormous capital letters) idea what I want to do! I only know that I need to take the first step... even if my direction and destination is as of yet unknown.
But first, the test. I am not at all concerned about the English test. It is not that I think I will do really well it is that I am looking forward to taking the classes that will review what I learned (or didn't learn) in high school. But math... oh fuck no. Seriously. I just reviewed a little bit of asthmatic and my brain already hurts. Didn't I learn this shit in Grade 4? Shouldn't dividing, multiplying, and doing god-knows-what with fractions and all that other junk be stored somewhere in that long dormant aspect of my mind! It seems not! To make matter worse it would also seem that all the anxiety, frustration and insecurities that I once associated with all things math have remained firmly attached to what little stored information is left! With each feeble memory I pull loose from that dark and dusty recess comes out the echo of those old emotional scars.... the battle wounds of years spent waging war against the ever eager pull of a dominant right sided mind.
I am doomed.