In ancient times, in my 4th year of high school (second-to-last), math programs were divided into weak math, medium, and advanced math. Your grades on your 3rd year would get you in one of these three classes.
Since I had good grades in that subject, they put my in advanced maths.
I got 3% on the first exam. I asked to be moved to medium maths. I failed that class too. Before the year was over, they shipped me to weak maths, and I barely got the passing grade.
So the year after, on my last year of high school, I did the bare minimum to complete the weak math program, went into communication studies where not a single math class could be seen, got a degree, got out of school, and promised myself to never touch any math whatsoever for the rest of my days.
I can do mental calculation of simple equations. The rest gives me seizures.
And yes. I still count on my fingers.
So this theme makes me shiver.
Entry sent. *cringe*