soh cah toa

My confidence and hopes are shot down with disgusting ease. This math department is fucking with me, dangling freedom in front of me with it's grotesque hands. Holding me down, spitting on me, telling me im not good enough. That i dont meet expecations? What are your expectations, though? Take a step back, Math Department. What are you really asking of us? You want us to give up our time to sit in your mind-numbing class, write down your repetitive numbers, draw your X and WHY axes, factor your symbols and swirls, and you scoff at us when we get discouraged. This is a puzzle, obviously solvable. But what about us kids who don't get numbers? We get shoved back into the rest, called a slacker, and ignored. Why did you make such complex, repetitive, and ignorant material a must? Denied of a future, you have sincerely fucked over all that i had ever dreamed of. If there is one thing i despise in this world, it's you.