breadbasket
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College messed me over. The Spring 2015 semester was met with me swearing I would pass all my classes. English 200, Precalculus, and History up to 1500. Precalculus, I will talk about.
Precalculus was very hard for me. I had to solve 60 problems per week, and on average I can barely get through five a day by myself. The answer was of course, the tutoring center, where I would receive an hour long session almost every day. It was a very casual place where you can converse freely, just don't be threatening or too loud and disruptive. It helped me keep up with class.
One day I had an argument with my lover. And I wasn't too happy that day at all, not at all. Before that I had a very violent talk with my parents over weight and job searching. Anxiety filled the air the entire day. I just want to relax.
Two guys come up into the tutoring center, and they decided to have a laugh and cracked a suggestive joke. It was weird, so I looked to them, asking what the hell. Then they joked more, pulling me into it. I decided to play along because I wanted to laugh. So I made a suggestive joke.
What happened? I get reported as a sex offender. And I was never allowed to go back to the library and the tutoring center ever. That was my ticket to passing precalculus. I was studying hard, going there everyday despite the 4-6 hours bus rides. So? I failed my math class. And I felt humiliated affront my parents. The college I went to messed me over like it was a joke. I felt like a ******* joke.
Precalculus was very hard for me. I had to solve 60 problems per week, and on average I can barely get through five a day by myself. The answer was of course, the tutoring center, where I would receive an hour long session almost every day. It was a very casual place where you can converse freely, just don't be threatening or too loud and disruptive. It helped me keep up with class.
One day I had an argument with my lover. And I wasn't too happy that day at all, not at all. Before that I had a very violent talk with my parents over weight and job searching. Anxiety filled the air the entire day. I just want to relax.
Two guys come up into the tutoring center, and they decided to have a laugh and cracked a suggestive joke. It was weird, so I looked to them, asking what the hell. Then they joked more, pulling me into it. I decided to play along because I wanted to laugh. So I made a suggestive joke.
What happened? I get reported as a sex offender. And I was never allowed to go back to the library and the tutoring center ever. That was my ticket to passing precalculus. I was studying hard, going there everyday despite the 4-6 hours bus rides. So? I failed my math class. And I felt humiliated affront my parents. The college I went to messed me over like it was a joke. I felt like a ******* joke.