So I had my MATC placement test today. My mom drops me off at MATC and gives me her cell phone so I can call her if I'm done early, I go to the information center and ask where the room is, and they tell me I should be at the building on Commercial Avenue. Great, just great. So I call my home a billion times with my mom's cell phone, and then I just start playing snake for half an hour. My mom gets the message, comes back and picks me up, and we go to Commercial Avenue to see if they'd still let me take the test.
Amazingly, they do. I'm in a bad mood by this point and don't feel like putting up with all the math bullshit, so when algebra stuff comes up and it's shit like For x, (3 x 4y2) + (16 x 10.837-1) (What the fuck does that mean?!?!), I just guess. A, B, C, A....yeah. So I finish the test and she tells me to wait in the hall until she gets my scores. She gives me my scores:
Standard Reading: 98
Standard Writing: 99
Pre-Algebra: 73
Algebra: 18
THERE. IS. NO. FUCKING. WAY. IN. HELL. THAT. I. AM. GOING. TO. SPEND. ANOTHER. YEAR. IN. FUCKING. ALGEBRA.
I've taken one year of pre-algebra, two years of alegbra, and one year of geometry in high school, I'm not taking another fucking year of algebra. There's no way in hell that I am.
I do not need to know what X times three to the negative fifth billionth power squared is in order to succeed in Animal Care and Management, okay? Yes, I'll need basic skills of figuring out dosages and shit but I can do that, and another year of alegbra is only going to make me fucking kill everyone I know.
So I don't know, maybe I can brush up on some algebra skills and take the test the next time they're offering it (Feb. 1) and then not have to do any more math, because I swear to God I'm not taking any more goddamnit fucking algebra (especially if it's going to set me back a semester or two because I'll only be able to take my vet tech classes after I finish the math). Although I somehow think that they'd have a problem with me re-taking the math section since I've already seen all the problems and whatnot.
Just...fucking A.
Amazingly, they do. I'm in a bad mood by this point and don't feel like putting up with all the math bullshit, so when algebra stuff comes up and it's shit like For x, (3 x 4y2) + (16 x 10.837-1) (What the fuck does that mean?!?!), I just guess. A, B, C, A....yeah. So I finish the test and she tells me to wait in the hall until she gets my scores. She gives me my scores:
Standard Reading: 98
Standard Writing: 99
Pre-Algebra: 73
Algebra: 18
THERE. IS. NO. FUCKING. WAY. IN. HELL. THAT. I. AM. GOING. TO. SPEND. ANOTHER. YEAR. IN. FUCKING. ALGEBRA.
I've taken one year of pre-algebra, two years of alegbra, and one year of geometry in high school, I'm not taking another fucking year of algebra. There's no way in hell that I am.
I do not need to know what X times three to the negative fifth billionth power squared is in order to succeed in Animal Care and Management, okay? Yes, I'll need basic skills of figuring out dosages and shit but I can do that, and another year of alegbra is only going to make me fucking kill everyone I know.
So I don't know, maybe I can brush up on some algebra skills and take the test the next time they're offering it (Feb. 1) and then not have to do any more math, because I swear to God I'm not taking any more goddamnit fucking algebra (especially if it's going to set me back a semester or two because I'll only be able to take my vet tech classes after I finish the math). Although I somehow think that they'd have a problem with me re-taking the math section since I've already seen all the problems and whatnot.
Just...fucking A.
Hi, My name is Janet. I live in KY. I am single.