I really, really, really, really, really hated Math. No, really. I couldn’t understand why I am doing Math at all. If I was drowning in the ocean, was the R-formula going to save my life? Probably not, but partially because I know how to swim. That’s not exactly my point but you see? Knowing how to swim would mean that I probably can save myself if I ever fall into the sea or something. But Math? Math just hurts my head.
So after Primary School was over and I got scolded in Secondary 1 for using models to attempt to solve algebra, I think that was when I started not caring for Math. Naturally, my grades plummeted but somehow I pulled through (kind of) but I was just floating about, I think. And then, yeah, got scolded by my parents and teachers and parents again and again and again.
Finally, my mother discovered a place called Joss Sticks and somebody called Miss Loi and suddenly I was on my way to Novena on a Saturday afternoon. Thank you Miss Loi, Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ♥♥♥ THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GENIUS. Also, pulling me (no, dragging me) out of my blur state and making me realise that Math isn’t so terrible afterall. I might kind of like it now. THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME, I was so happy —- so so so so happy —- when you assured me saying that I can get an A1. ##$&’&’’&$%$&&(’! <—— random scribbles to show how happy I am.
THANK YOU MISS LOI! CAN YOU FEEL MY GRATITUDE THROUGH THE PAPER AND INK AND TERRIBLE HANDWRITING? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Last lesson 🙁 Now my Saturday afternoons will be bleak and boring and not Math-ey 🙁 I’m almost out of paper, so I’ll end here now!
I’LL MISS YOU !!!!
