Maths aka what I apparently just can't do

My people of this site ☺ hello.

How are you doing?? I guess you're feeling kinda good now that you've stumbled over my blog. In this specific one, I'm gonna cry about my bad grades in math. Please god (that's you in this scenario) please tell me you had a similar experience!! 

Okay, so back in grade school or elemantary school or whatever the first school you go to is called, I was like, a real nerd. First thing I'd do when I got home was homework. I never studied though, I got really good grades without trying. That changed when I went to, er, what's it called...middle school? Well, in germany it's called "Gymnasium". Fifth grade was no problem, except that I made a big mistake and lost basically all of my friends there (I might write about this in another entry, who knows). In sixth or seventh grade (six seven haha), I got my first bad grade in maths. In german, it's a 4, so I suppose it's about a d in the USA or whatever (look it up if you want, but all you must know is that it's a bad grade). My maths teacher at the time, let's call her Kate, told my parents that I am bad at maths. Not that I'm stupid or lazy or anything, just bad at maths. Little me thought that was rude, so I learned for the first time in my life and got a good grade in the following tests. The next year, I got a different teacher and decent grades. Then I moved and had to go to a "Gymnasium" in bavaria, which are, supposedly, harder than other schools in Germany. I had to repeat seventh grade because of that, but got decent grades. No big problems with maths that year. Decently bad grades in eigth, but whatever, nothing crazy. Ninth grade tho? Starting off with two really bad grades. No, not a 6 aka an F, but almost. And again, at the next parent teacher meeting, the math teacher told my parents that I just can't do math. Same thing as before. And, also just like before, I studied a bit and got decent grades in the next two tests. Okay, a 5 in the last one, but who cares. And that's about it. I could write about how I somehow got the math teacher in ninth grade to not hate me (which is a big achievement, she seems to dislike a lot of people), but I'll do all that talking about my heroism in a different blog entry.

Aaand that's it. I don't know, like, why I wrote this, it seems kinda shallow, now that I think about it. Well, whatever. Love to my fellow at-maths-suckers!!!!

Good morning, good afternoon and good night

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