Math Problems

I had a dream that I was back in middle school, in math class. We were reviewing long multiplication problems after coming back from a long break and I. Could. Not. Get. It.

All my homework was wrong or off by like one. One by one, students went up to the board and put their answers and, of course, my problem to answer was one of the hardest and I hadn’t even attempted it on my homework.

I couldn’t do it. So, as I’m standing up, I tell the teacher that and she looks at me as if she already knew and proceeds to write down the answer herself. I was embarrassed.

”I hate math!” I yelled. “It always makes me feel so stupid.” I asked to be excused, tears running from my eyes and snot coming from my nose, ugliest cry it seemed like and I walked the long corridor to the bathroom, my best friend coming alongside of me in comfort.

This dream is a reminder that I’m not preparing myself while I have time while simultaneously asking the question, “Do I want to go back to school?” I’ve had real-life dreams of Wharton but school, especially the ones filled with white faces, always made me feel so incredibly dumb.

Could I handle it?