Math has always boggled my mind. I can understand it – a little – if I concentrate really hard, but the pace of my Math 102 class last winter was too much for me.
My math class lasted two hours and 15 minutes every Tuesday and Thursday. The class dragged on, as my professor covered four different concepts each class. So by the time I understood theory X, the rest of my class was mastering theory Y.
After smashing my head against the desk trying to learn quadratic equations, I wandered out into the hallway for a drink. My mind was filled with numbers as I entered the bathroom. I walked into the stall and just as I started to relieve myself, I noticed a container of tampons.
I wondered, “Why in the heck are there tampons in the dude’s restroom? The girls must be taking too many of them, so the janitors put them in here so guys can grab them for their girlfriends, or something.”
Then it dawned on me: I didn’t see any urinals upon entering this bathroom.
I thought, “Oh no! I hope I’m not in the women’s restroom!”
So I raced out of the restroom without washing my hands to check the sign in front of the door.
It was the ladies room and there was this woman standing there giving me the most disgusted look I have ever seen.
I turned my back to her and quickly walked back into my math class. I didn’t say a word to anybody when I got back. I just sat there thinking about how much I hated math.
So here is my call to action.
No matter the cost, Sinclair Community College has to do something to keep confused math students like myself in their correct restroom.