When I was still in my Elementary years, I have always taken
Math as my favorite subject. When I was chosen as one of the representatives of the class to compete for Math
competitions, I did take this subject seriously and tried to learn it by heart. However when I entered high school, I started hating it. My
grades during my first year Algebra were high, but I started to fail my quizzes
on my second year. That was the start of
my long dreading of the subject. I hate Math. I really hate it.
My teacher once said that if you hate Math, you’ve got to
love your Math teacher. Or, if you hate the teacher, then you’ve got to love
his subject in order to survive. Ideally, a student would pick loving his
teacher than the subject because if you are close-minded enough, you won’t give
in to understand the subject Math. Well, that was the thing that happened to
me. I did not care to understand my Math subject. I failed many quizzes. I did no good in every periodical exam in
Math. I did not spend some time to practice solving. I just hated the Math the
way it is. I was never considerate. I even referred to myself as, “bobo sa
math, and I wouldn’t dare teach my friends from the lower years because my
reason was, “Huwag ako, kasi bobo ako sa Math”. I can’t believe I did degrade
myself because of the fear of that subject. That was even my reason why I was
not able to be included in the honor’s list during graduation, because your
general average in all subjects must be at least 86% and your grade in each
subject must not be lower than 80% per quarter. On the third quarter of my
fourth year, I got a 78% mark in Math. My moderator even talked to my mom just
to address the issue of having a very low mark in Math but having good marks in
other subjects. And I cried the whole night. I was not able to sleep for days.
After almost four years of hard work, this subject was the stumbling stone! I
was nearing to the finish line! And I cried and cried.
But there’s a feeling inside of me that I’m quite missing
the old days where I used to ace that subject. Before, I always get a perfect
or an almost perfect score of 98. Now, you interchange the two numbers, or even
a lower failing mark, and that makes up my grade. I was so disappointed to say
it to my parents. But my mother stayed so positive. She said, “If you’re in
good terms in Math, then you will also survive with your other subjects.
Because Math will teach you how to be patient; it will teach you how to
persevere and strive hard to pass. You’ve got to practice, practice, practice!”
College. New school. New environment. New faces. New things.
New subjects. New teachers. New Math
teacher. The same subject: Algebra. Oh no, now I’ve got to face my fears even
in College! I was so afraid of meeting
up with my Algebra professor. And when the first day of lecture started, I also
started trembling. This was when she would call each one of us for recitation.
I was so scared I always wanted to go home already. I was very afraid of facing
numbers and equations. But I heard a familiar preaching that my Math teacher
told us, “Practice makes perfect.”And so I began to give myself a chance.
Now, I’m just starting to have a new life with Math. I was
moved in tears when I knew I passed the preliminary grading in Math, but I know
that it still is not final. I need to strive harder in the Finals just to pass.
My grade was just a few points higher than the passing mark, so I have to
double or make my effort triple. I need to strive all the more!
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