Math Anxiety

Math gives me the hives.  Seriously, I don't understand it.  I don't like it.  I returned to college four years ago, and finally this semester I'm making myself take my first math class.  And the semester is almost done.  Sing Hallelujah!

Part of my issue is I haven't had a math class in over 20 years! (Trig as an 11th grader--way back in 1992 people.)  The other is that my teacher is an adjunct professor.  His first time teaching.  Oh, yay, me.  And he's an engineer by trade.  (Hello, left brain trying to teach a right brain.  It's not really working.)

So we began last week with a quiz on the material we were getting ready to do that day. New material.   That I had never seen before.  That's why this is called math anxiety.  Ugh.

So during his "lecture" this is what I wrote at the bottom of my paper.  And, yes, I know I'm a goofball.

Here's the right column, full of a pep talk to myself:



And here's the left column, which slides into reality and then catapults into plain old silliness (one of my coping mechanisms):

Full disclosure, this was last Tuesday and I totally skipped on Thursday.  Wanna know something else?  I really should be doing math homework right now.  Its a designated "Math Monday" on my iCal.  But guess what?  I haven't even cracked a book yet.

{And why yes, those are pictures with my new DSLR.  Please don't judge me.  I'm learning.  Indoor shots still have me a bit befuddled.}

Happy Thanksgiving!

Pam