math

I am so very proud of this grade. In high school, math was not my strong suit.    It was a constant struggle. Now, in college, I am trying my hardest. I study more now than I ever have for any subject I have ever taken. After I took this test, I had a little one sided conversation with God. "Lord, I don't feel that I did really well on this test. Please, let me get a "c". I dont even need a "B". I just want to pass this class." I took that test on a Wednesday. I was to get my results back that following Monday. I worried the whole weekend. I worried all day Monday at work. I probably grew a nice ulcer. Finally, judgement time. My professor gave me the test. He turned it upside down as he handed it to me. I thought, "damn, he is trying to shield my horrible grade from the people who sit next to me so that it does not burn their eyes." I took a deep breath and flipped the test over. I saw the 97, and the first thing that went through my head was "he must have given me the wrong test." I found my name at the top of the paper and checked the score next to it again. 97. The feeling of euphoria that I experienced at that moment when I realized that I had earned that 97, and it was not a mistake, is unmatched. And so, I must brag about it now. Imagine me dancing a little jig as I sing this song.....

                                 "I got a 97 on my math test
                                   when it comes to numbers, I am the best
                                   I know functions, graphs, and composites
                                   who got the 97?   Oh I got it.
                                   Now I am no longer stressed
                                  cause I got a 97 on my math test!"