Frustration

Quite possibly one of the more frustrating things in my life has come quite recently. It's a very cerebral frustration. It's not emotionally draining, just mentally taxing. And, like most problems, it's because of a bunch of high schoolers, or people in close proximity thereof.

What is it, you ask?

It's when you are preparing Algebra tests for students and realize that the test you prepared quizzed them on the use of solving linear systems through elimination, only to find out their book calls it "linear combinations," not "elimination." Strike that. Start over. *Throwing arms up!* God has a very interesting sense of humor making me a math tutor. I chose Communication Studies for my B.A. because 1.) I like to talk and read, and 2.) no math involved beyond statistics (which is a terribly evil math course. 2 + 2 can equal 5 there. If there was one thing I always counted on with math, it was it's absolute nature. And now statistics had to come along and screw the whole thing up.)

I digress. It's a funny path to opt out of every possible math class due to sheer hatred of the subject and fear that it's the one area in which you are an utter disaster, to end up tutoring that subject full time, and rather liking it, too.