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Self-Assurance


Here's a little something about myself.

I love math.

   I won the district's trigonometry competition.

      My AP caculas teacher is irritating the CRAP out of me.

So Dear Mr. P,

You say you haven't tooken caculas since high school.

      You think you can prepare us for our AP exam?

          What kind of joke is this? 

You say you'll learn with us.

      Will you teach us as well?

You repetitively remind us this is AP caculas 

      Just because we ask you a simple algebra question?

            Yet you're asking us what's two times one?

I HAD PLANS THIS YEAR!

 YOU'VE RUINED IT!     

   I WAS GOING TO WIN THIS YEAR'S MATH COMPETITION!

       But now I have no confident. 

           I WAS GOING TO PASS MY AP EXAM AND GET THAT COLLEGE CREDIT.

                 But now I have no confident.

                 

           The competition feels like a dream.

                                  &

                  The exam feels like a joke.
                                                 

                                             Thank you Mr. P sincerely a student who had high expectations. 

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