I got a perfect score on my latest algebra test. Nobody else in my class got a perfect score. That’s right, Algebra is not the boss of me anymore. The instructor made a big deal about it in front of the whole class and I was completely embarrassed. My first instinct was to start apologizing to everybody around me. “Gee I’m sorry I got a perfect score and you didn’t. Here, let me make you feel better by discounting my hard work.” WTF? I caught myself, though, and made a decision to just accept the compliments no matter how uncomfortable I was. And let me tell you, I haven’t been that uncomfortable since I realized I pooped in front of everybody during my homebirth. In my own bed. Which I was still lounging in at the time. Anyway, last quarter I got an A in algebra and this quarter I have a 98% so far with just the final left to go. The belief that I’m bad at math has been such a part of my psyche that it has taken me 19 weeks of getting near-perfect grades to realize that I’m actually not bad at it. This is algebra with a graphing calculator even. My hands never came in contact with one of those things until 19 weeks ago and wheeee! I know how to work it. I know that math is really just about patterns and everything is the same no matter what and blah, blah, blah. Apparently, patterns are boring to me and I hate them. I’m good at them, but they bore me. Unless they’re on a quilt. I love quilts. Oh, and I love a good chocolate/popcorn/chocolate/popcorn/chocolate/popcorn pattern. I think my ratio is 1 Hershey’s Kiss to 3 kernels of popcorn, which I guess looks more like this: {chocolate, popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, chocolate…}The ellipsis means that pattern repeats forever. I learned that in algebra.

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