Why Algebra is the Bane of My Existence

Y’all, I’m crying—literally. 😭 If I have to stare at one more algebra problem, my head might actually explode. 💥 I mean, who even uses this stuff in real life? Three wrong answers, three! And every one of them feels like a personal attack. I’m over this class already. Like, way over it. 🙅🏾‍♀️

And don’t even get me started on all this walking. My poor feet—they’ve seen better days. 😩 They’re not soft and comfy anymore. They’re crying out for mercy. 🦶🏾💔 This campus is huge, and the classes are miles apart. My feet deserve better. I deserve better! Where are my new sneakers when I need them most? 👟

Oh, and while I’m on this rant, let me just say: I really need to update my wardrobe. I don’t even know where to start, though. Fashion sense? Who’s she? I suck at this. But hey, maybe new sneakers will be a good first step, right? 😂

And you know what? I’m just extremely tired. 😴 This math is literally sucking the life out of me. So, I’m taking my black ass to bed because ew, it’s math again tomorrow. But first, a shower—because I’m exhausted. 🛁😩

Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. If anyone’s got tips on surviving algebra or walking miles a day without destroying your feet, I’m all ears. Send help. 🙏🏾


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