I have never been great at math, and so in high school I decided to take initiative and ask for a little after-school help with Algebra (even though the teacher looked like Droopy Dog and smelled like potpourri).
She agreed, and I left that day feeling all proud and hoping that I made progress with the teacher liking me because she was sort of mean but really LOVED this one kid, Ryan, because he always asked for help.
The next day I get there and she has a complete melt down, essentially blaming me if her mother dies.
Math and I never attempted to reconcile after that, I went into Statistics (a step below Algebra) and stayed there in college for a semester.
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