Calculus hates me.

Curious George Learns Calculus

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Apparently I spoke too soon when I said I was happy about calculus

That first post was written after only the first day. I am still excited by the passion my instructor has, and I still think I have the chance to do reasonably well in the course, but I’m starting to get pretty scared. As the course continues, it’s becoming painfully obvious that the majority of my classmates (and perhaps all of them) have some basic knowledge that I just don’t have. I’m going to spend as much time as I can today with my calculus book and workbook in the hopes of improving that situation, but it’s scaring me. I’m afraid I’m more behind than I realize and that I won’t be able to catch up. I’ve already decided that I’ll give myself this week of studying with the book/workbook to see how I do on my own, and then if I don’t see significant improvement I’ll talk to the professor.

I know I’m not going to be automatically good at everything, and I know there will be plenty of other courses I struggle with, but it’s freaking me out that this first semester (I can’t help thinking of these classes as easier) is already causing me a problem. Here’s hoping some hard work on my part catches me up enough to make this work.

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I ♥ Calculus

love calculus

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Hey you guys? I might… LIKE CALCULUS.

I know, what???

Really though. My teacher is scary smart, but also awesomely approachable, really wants us to learn, corrects without making me feel stupid and….

… is making a significant portion of our grade based on essays! What what! I am an essay ninja.

Of course, I imagine calculus essays are going to kill me, but I’m excited to try, and that’s just weird. But good. Good and weird.

I also met two other PBPM students today, and after class we went for coffee and had a long chat about ethics, philosophy, classical music, medicine, and Jersey Shore. Apparently I’d rock the Snooki poof.

Me as SnookiMy God, they’re right! :) All silliness aside though, I felt completely exhilarated. I was challenged, made to think and push my limits. I got to talk to adults and no one mentioned poop. I made friends. I felt ready to conquer this, and more sure than ever that I’m on the right path.

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