Math Mood

I sat in my bed this evening, in a weird, irritating funk. Something was just bothering me. I couldn't find anything that was really wrong enough in my life to be feeling this way, so I did what we all do when we want to numb our minds for a while and think about other people's lives rather than our own. I logged into Facebook. After drifting into Face-space for about 40 minutes, I grabbed my stuff for statistics class and sluggishly meandered downstairs to my tutor. I sighed heavily as our session began as I stared at the daunting numbers in the book and wished they were words instead. Words, I like. I can understand words without putting them into a formula first. Words are free and flowing and can be strung together to mean anything. Numbers are flat and dry. They mean one thing and one thing only. And for me, they have always meant a headache and bad grade. But tonight, not even five minutes into our study session, something amazing happened that defied all rules that have previously applied to math and me. I got it. I actually understood what I was doing. I remembered formulas. I plugged the right things into my calculator. I was shocked. My tutor laughed at my surprise and my utter glee that suddenly radiated out of me. I did my stats with a smile on my face tonight, feeling confident and prepared for my test on Friday. I learned from all of this a valuable lesson: don't hold back when it comes to asking for help. If I hadn't asked one of my sorority sisters to tutor me in stats, I would never have been feeling this confident about the material, as ready for the test, or as far from my bad mood as I do right now.