I'm sitting in a restaurant with a grilled cheese and roasted tomato sandwich and some great coffee. I'm in a university area among people who are obviously academic, perhaps geniuses, or business whizzes working on their start-ups. I'm writing on a piece of paper. I'll type this as a blog post later. Later is now.
Academic is not how I'm feeling now. I dropped my little MBA class that just started, after a major, MAJ, anxiety attack. I couldn't even attempt one of the homework problems. It was algebraic.
Algebra takes me back to 7th grade where I had suddenly fallen from advanced math classes to a bad student with a D in algebra. After middle school I managed to dodge math classes for the rest of my life.
I can't continue in my MBA at this school without understanding how to solve for X.
So, if Laura has $50 to invest in a security that pays 8% after 8 years, but she instead spends the $50 on a new bag on 70% clearance then rationalizes that she also has enough money to go out and buy oysters Rockefeller and a bottle of great wine and x = the amount of hours spent banging head against desk, how big is the pickle in my sandwich basket?
After extracting myself from the class, with some embarassment for feeling like an asshat, I've done the really crazy thing and enrolled in basic algebra at a community college. It's online so no one will see my tears of frustration.
I also have Danica Patrick McKellar's books which are appropriately geared for the middle school girl.
I don't know if any of this really matters in life but I'm gonna make it work.