I admit, it's not as davastating as one might think. But still.
After the first two times, I thought I got it perfect. Well, maybe not PERFECT but pretty damn near to it. I can't believe I got a B. (I won't reveal the percentage because if I do it'll further damage my self-esteem. But believe me: it's not the kind of B I'd be statisfied with.) I've always known limits are my weakest part but up to this point? God.
Luckily my professor only counts best 3 out of 4 (or was it 4 out of 5) so if I do well on the next ones, this miserable limits quiz won't be a part of the final mark. I just hope I'll set the record straight when I get to differentiation quiz. Differentiation and integrals are my favourite part. And when I get my notes from mom tomorrow or sometime this week, I'll be able to refresh my memory better.
Still I feel so bad because I've done this before and my roommate, who never took calculus before, got 90% on this quiz. I'm so ashamed... What a condescending fool I was when I tried to help them with undertanding limits. I'm not even sure if the quiz was entirely about limits. It didn't feel like it.
Actually this kind of somewhat debilitating attack is good for me because I know where I'm at... how depressing it may be.
I was kind of glad when I found out my econ class was cancelled this morning due to the professor's flu. But now... I don't know. I've lost confidence in myself - at least for now. I'm afraid I'm going to forget all the advanced Spanish materials I learned before and now it's math... Oh, the shame.
I'm one step closer to hitting the bottom. I hope I do soon... so I can bounce back.
Shit. No matter what everyone says to cheer me up, I feel like such a failure. I know I'll recover quickly (too quickly, if you ask me)... I wouldn't have felt this bad had I...
I don't want to finish that sentence.
