I always had an angle, positive yet obtuse

[minkhollow]

Between stumbling into algebra and finding my knack for (and interest in) writing stuff, my math brain fell by the wayside. This became a particular point of contention in high school, often resulting in my loss of Internets privilege until I had proof my grade was going up.
But I never thought my teachers hated me. I knew perfectly well my grades were my own fault - or achievement, as the case sometimes was - and when things didn't make sense, I had the option of asking for help. And sometimes it was fun. (I still remember the first problem we tackled in precalc, and my non-mathematical answer to said: 'The car didn't use ANY gas over that distance because it was going in excess of 100 miles an hour, and was therefore a 1926 Bentley I was reading about over the summer!' XD)
Basically, this is a long-winded way of saying my mom called this afternoon; the math teacher I had my sophomore and junior years has cancer. Lots of cancer. It doesn't look good.
It's just... one of those things.

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[jenerator.livejournal.com]

yeah, stage 4... not good.
I don't think I had her, actually now that I think about it I had some dude for algebra and Mrs Niehaus for the rest of the time.