Registered for the GRE.
Swiftly remembered that I barely passed pre algebra II in highschool.
I never did my homework
I never had anybody that cared if I did my homework.
But somehow I passed the tests all enough to pass the classes.
Just something about math conflicts with my way of operating.
Especially getting into letters and specific formulas.
To me none of it is real.
And I just don't care about it.
I care about being good at it now.
But I don't care about the subject itself.
Unless we're taking probability and statistics within Xennaxis's contemporary spectralist compositions.
See, why do I know that but the people who were supposed to - at a minimum - be paid to be helping me just let me fall behind.
I'm responsible for my course of action, even in highschool.
My art teacher cared enough to help however she could.
Jen Compton doesn't know she probably saved my life.
So I have a month to try as hard as I can at Khan academy.
The math will be my week point for the exams.
And my top choice school doesn't even require them.
But good scores will help.
I have to try.
My art today was singing a few bars of melody on the spot into my phone voice memo and transcribing it on the spot. Its like a mini exercise in auration, accurate depiction in voice, and accurate notation via keyboard instrument, dictation, etc. It was a simple effective thorough exercise.
See you tomorrow lovelies.
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