My umma fianlly got mad at me. I'm sure she just waited until the weekend was over before she finally let out all her frustrations. And it was so convenient for she left my bedroom door open, so even my stepdad heard all that she had to say. I can't blame her. What mother won't get mad at her child for getting low grades? I can't even look at her. I'm both mad and ashamed and plain disappointed. 

I will always hate Math. I swear.

But I must learn to work with it if I want to stay in my major. I chose this. I want this. So I should work for it.

On the other hand, my appa didn't get mad. Sure he was disappointed but he didn't yell or anything. He even shared that he failed too when he was in college. I have to make it up to him.

I have to make it up to my parents.

What's worse is I can't view the assessment form for enrollment because of my grade. What is up with that? Does that mean that I can't enroll? I am dead. Dead as it is.

This is a rant. I'm sorry.

I am too sad.

Excuse me while I go back to crying on my bed.