I was a pretty darn good student. AP english, AP math. Clipped right along through algebra, geometry, trigonometry. No sweat.
Then came calculus and logarithms. What the heck?
Had my brain finally had enough?
Did its wiring simply not extend to curves?
Were the profound personal traumas I was enduring that year diminishing my brain power?
Or was I simply resistant to CHANGE?
I reluctantly admitted defeat and dropped the class, my genius humbled.
P.S. Bonus points if that last question brought even the slightest grin to your face.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”