Before Midnight

I've come to understand another facet of why I hate math so much. I am the product of abusive math teachers. That's not to say that math teachers physically beat me in school. I remember math teachers all throughout my school going years would yell at me, embarrass me in class, and get very annoyed with me whenever I asked a question. I was always slower at math than the other kids. Now whenever I have a question in math class, I keep it to myself. I just can't get over that possibility of being yelled at and embarrassed in front of everyone. That's pretty weird considering that I don't really get stage fright easily. I've goofed up infront of thousands of people and I still go back for more. Weird how that works.

Today was pretty fast. I finally turned in my ticket voucher for a round trip to Arizona over spring break. I'm going to visit Brian and Mary and see part of the country that I've never seen before. I'm really looking forward to it.

Hah, it's funny. Right now I want to talk about so much, but I just don't have anything to say. I mean, I could talk alot without having anything to say, we all know that, but I just feel slightly small right now. Maybe my mouth could stand to close for a while and my ears could stand to open. Sometimes I just lack the patience. It also might have to do with the large amounts of self-confusion I'm enduring right now. The past always seems to come up as an issue at the wrong times. Maybe tomorrow I'll find some clarity. Peace and love.