Hectic doesn't even cover it

     What a week I've had, I don't think that school has ever given me so much trouble as this. I really wish i could tell you about it the traditional way, in cronological format but to be honest I simply can't remember everthing clear enough to give it to you strait. Instead I think I'll make use of all that alternate story structer I've been taught and start at the most hectic point. It was Tusday, or maybe Wensday, I can't remember, but i was walking from Consumer Ed. to Algebra 3 grinding my teeth and trying to look at anything that wasn't math related. I could scarcely believe my luck and at the same time was dreading every second, In just a few moments I would be explaining to Mr. Chonard that i was dropping his class, that was the part i was dreading. Of course the part i was extatic about was the not having to take Algebra any more, but we'll get to that later so anyway, I was just heading tword the door and there he was standing and greeting his students. As soon as his head turned tword me my head droped, it wasn't that I was afraid of him or anything I was afraid of his subject, infact i was all ways a nervous wreck in his classes because i couldn't and still can't understand most of what he's teaching without going over each and every problem, but I never had any reason to fear the man himself. I just could'nt stand the thought of dropping out after all the work he had done to help me stay afloat in his subject. He had oftain put his time aside to stay after school with me and bring me up to speed and after all his effort here I was giving up on him. My guilt was made worse by the fact that despite myself could not shut out the little voice in my head shouting for joy that I would never have to see a stupid "f of g over x squared times z" equation for the rest of the year. I tried my best to sound genuinely sorry for dropping his class and I think he didn't hold it against me, but I still ran from the door as soon as our talk was over as if he'd been shouting it me. For the rest of the day my sense of relief at no more math took over and i was happy, but then i went to the bath room during my lunch hour to call my dad. After explaining to him how every thing went. he told me how his talk with the principal went and he said that according to Mr. Austen I would need to take that fourth year of math in collage In order to get even an associate's degree. I should have know, I thought, me being freed of math it was to good to be true. Suddenly I was angry and i thought about how stupid it was the one could graduate high school and get into collage without a fourth year of math but in order to get out of collage they made you take it anyway and there you have to pay for the class. I was sure it was a scam the collages came up with to make money, if you needed that class for the career that you where going into then i could understand that but I sure as heck wasn't going into any math related fields so why was this necessarily. Well.. at least I was made aware of this before before I made a really expensive mistake and I doubt some how that the collage professor would offer nearly as much personal assistance as Mr. Choinard does, so there are some things to be grateful for, still way to get my hopes up huh.