I never was very good at math. In fact, I pretty much suck at it. Every other subject is a-okay with me. English? Solid. Science? Do-able. History? Perfect. Math? Absolutely not. So, as fate would have it, I have to suffer through a much dreaded math class this semester. But don't think I won't be complaining about it. Because I will. A lot.

This is usually how math class goes for me, and those who regularly wrestle with numbers.

1. You're having a good day, and then you enter math class.

2. You take your seat anyway and try to maintain your positive attitude.

3. Your professor, oblivious of your inner hatred for the subject, starts the class with an "easy warm-up."

4. You cannot process.

5. Meanwhile, all of the other students are following along.

6. But you just sit there.

7. The professor, noticing your confusion, calls you out to try and help you, but unfortunately, you can't even articulate your confusion.

8. Even if you could formulate a question, you wouldn't be able to understand the professor's explanation.

9. So you feign intelligence and assure the professor that you're following along.

10. Which you regret, come exam time.

11. Because there is no way you passed that test.

12. The worst part is, you really tried -- hours of studying, wasted

13. But that's math for ya'.

So, good luck to all of my fellow passengers on the struggle bus. May your calculator be fully charged, your pencils razor sharp, and the curve substantial.