So, tonight, I have a test in my math class.
Anyone who knows me, knows I don't do stress. I'm a pretty laid back person. If something stresses me out, right away I will figure something out, in my head, that gives me the easiest way to resolve the issue. I decide right then, when I will resolve it and I don't stress about it again.
The reason I hate math, is if I don't know how to do it, I can't use that technique. I have to stress about it forever until I figure it out and either, A. Pass, or B. Fail. It's like..it never goes away. The stress just JAB, JAB, JABs me.
Friday, Blake and I went on a road trip to Vegas with 2 other married couples. (We all drove together in one car. Four of us were squished in the back of the car. We were all uptight about making it home safe, after seeing several cars who all ended up on there backs in the snow.) we finally got home at about 10. & of course, I still had to study for my math test. We unpacked, showered, and now I was sitting at the desk doing my math homework, with Blake sitting in a chair behind me, with his feet up, reading from a text book.
I got stuck on a story problem...
After trying 354165468 different ways to solve this problem, and failing, I threw my pencil acrossed the desk and angrily muttered something about how I hate math...and this stupid problem doesn't make sense...@#*&^.. (something like that, ya know.)
Then, I dramatically crossed my arms and slouched back into my chair.
Blake, of course noticing my show, sat up and scooted closer to see what I was working on. He looked at it for a second, read it aloud and asked me a question. All of a sudden my throat, for some reason...got tight and my eyes started to water. Blake looked down to see me making a mess of myself, sat down and pulled me into a hug.
Naturally, I broke down and cried. Blake continued to hold me, and told me that it was ok to cry.
After about 5 minutes of that..I took a deep breath and started over. & with Blakes help, we got through the problem on about the 3rd try.
Why the heck does math have that effect on me?
(I know, my way of dealing with stress sucks.)
Thank goodness for a loving husband who will hold me, tell me it's ok to cry.
& of course, help me solve the problem. :)
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5 comments:
Blake is such a sweet guy. you're so lucky. Good luck with that math test BreeAnn. I hate math too..that's why I avoided the subject this semester :S
What a guy! He is a good catch, but then so are you :) I know what you mean - Brant and I have had some late nights figuring out his math homework. I personally really enjoy math - I don't know if I would be a huge help but if you do ever need help let me know - Love ya - Ash
Oh man!!!! There is nothing worse than math. I will cry for you having to take that darn test. Good luck!!!
Blake rocks. Good luck with the test. I know you will pass with flying colors! :-)
Man, I love this story! You are an awesome writer, by the way. Your blogs are always so fun to read. Ever thought of majoring in English or writing???
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