Derivatives

As I thought, my math class is hard. The title of this blog is in fact my lesson of the week, derivatives. I feel like I am the only one in my class that has no idea what is going on. We sit in tables of four, and I feel like I am by far the least knowledgeable at my table, if not the entire class. I have always been decently good at math. I have been in the excelled math program at my school, and was a year ahead in math at the my high school; however, my pre-calculus class must have been a joke. I am hoping that by going to the SI session tonight I may have a little bit of a better understanding but I hate asking so many questions, especially since I'm sure Scott, my SI leader, already thinks I am mentally incapable of learning any math problem on the planet. To top this off I had my first biology lab today. The good news is I love my professor, Dr. Ventullo, but I do not like my table group. I sit with three other girls, which is not a bad thing, but as any girl knows, girls like to be in charge. There is a girl at my table who I feel thinks she is better than everyone else in the classroom. It was hard trying to come to any kind of agreement with her today because it seems like whatever she says goes. We were trying to create a hypothesis for our lab next week, and I do not feel satisfied with the hypothesis we have created, but I feel bad saying anything because the other two girls agreed with the one in question. I think I will just let it go for now; perhaps I am the one who just wants to be in charge. Maybe taking the back seat will be good for a change; however, if our hypothesis is wrong, it will not be my fault.