I Need My Bestfriend
I wiped off the sweat that was dripping down my forehead. My grip was tight and my hands were shaky. My vision was blurry and my heartbeat was frenzied. I didn’t know if I could even move past this. Every ounce of my being was holding up red flags about what I was attempting to do. My head was pounding with the danger of losing all of its brain cells.
It was like a million hours before I finally mustered just enough courage to face my nightmare...
...my math homework.
I shivered in fear of the dreaded task. I know math homeworks are almost every student’s fear, but I have a harder time than most.
I believe I should be diagnosed with mathhomeworkophobia with the level of aversion I have with that torture. Unfortunately, I don’t think there are doctors for that sort of thing so I’ll just have to settle for self-diagnosis.
I think I first showed symptoms of mathhomeworkophobia when I was doing my first math homework. At first, I thought I was doing well. The next day when I passed it to the teacher, I realised I wasn’t.
In the beginning, I wasn’t fazed with the bullying. I thought that if I’d try harder and harder I would get things right, and I did get things right, but it was too late.
I was a very slow learner. I was always a year behind my classmates’ math level. I eventually gave up trying to catch up to them and I think my parents are used to see me fail math.
Unfortunately, time came and I had to not fail math or else I would be kicked out of school. Fortunately, I had a very helpful math whiz friend. She always let me copy her homework and would find ways to send me the answers to the tests. She is an absolute pro at helping cheaters. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend.
My miraculous improvement in Math made me a superstar. My parents were dumbfounded and my teachers were impressed. I felt happy that they were finally proud of me even though I didn’t deserve all of their awe.
I owed it all to my best friend.
I was doing well and finally learning to adjust to Math. I guess I was actually learning something from all that copying. All was swell until a tragic day came... my best friend had to move away.
I was on my own.
That was why I am now dreading doing my math homework. If I got it all wrong, I would be more of a laughing stock than I was before my best friend helped me. I couldn’t afford that. How could I show my face to my classmates and family? I would be the black sheep again.
I guess I’ll have to resort to “extreme” measures which I do not know If I will come out of alive.
Launching Operation: Overcome Mathhomeworkophobia.
Phase 1: Studying