When I first started college classes, I enrolled in College Algebra with a couple girlfriends of mine. I thought taking the class with them would help, since I am not the best math student to begin with. The class was at 9am. At the time, I was also pregnant with my first child. Those two factors meant one big problem: I felt sick. A lot. I rarely made it through an entire lecture without having to excuse myself for a restroom visit.
So, not a very good equation, right? Well, to top it off, my professor spoke in a monotone voice and was very little help when it came to explaining concepts we were studying! Also, he wasn't very fond of me - probably because of the aforementioned bathroom breaks.
Getting through that class was Hell. I dreaded going, and I fell further and further behind on assignments with each passing week. I tried to keep up, but I missed so many of the lectures (which weren't very helpful to begin with), and I felt like I had no idea what to do with any of the homework. Somehow, through what I believe was a combination of last-minute cramming and a miracle, I did well enough on the final to get a C for the class. It isn't my proudest accomplishment, but I made it through, and that's what really counts.
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