Hitting The Limit

For the last moth I been trying my hardest to finish all kinds of assignments and homework from all of my classes. I been having trouble with every single one of my classes because of my class Pre-Calculous class. I'm blaming that class because its been so complicated to just get the concept of logarithms and equations that contain e and pie. Because of that I haven't been able to concentrate well in any of my other classes. I been even missing to some of my classes to extend the time that I have to do homework for Pre-Calc. Of course, that did not work though. I couldn't concentrate 3 hours straight with our having a huge brain fart with the word problems. I hit the limit of my stress this Thursday that just passed by. I got so mad that I needed up purposefully not going to my class on Friday. The night of Thursday I was trying to catch up on assignments from the past to not loss my self in the new stuff that included the new stuff. And then it happen. In result of my inability to understand what I was reading and watching I screamed in a pillow inside of my closet and just deiced that I wasn't going to go to my math at all. I was done with math in its entirety. Friday came by and I didn't go to class. The idea of not having to deal at all with math totally set me free. I felt as if as an annoying and heavy weight was off my shoulders. Later that day, my little group of friends told me that it was impossible at this time to drop my class but I really didn't care about that anymore. My limit of stress styled down to zero. In some way, I think I just needed a break from that class and from seeing that ugly but face of a professor. I would like for who ever is reading this to excuse my language but this professor is totally a dick and nothing more. I mean this little piece of shit does not accept late work! Like at all! If you where to be sick and not assist the class when it was the day of turning in homework than he would simply subliminally say something like "sucks for you imbecile". Coming back to the topic at hand, so the day passes by and my friends tell me that this is a serious matter but I simply did not care but we did come to a conclusion that I will be going to the class and try , not my best but what I can do, and if my grade is still pretty low by the time the final comes around I would simply just ask for a form at the office/assistance/some place that can help me with the situation and ask for a paper that can help me by not adding nothing of that class so it does not hurt my GPA. Now, today I'm actually pretty chill considering that my grade in the class is a D- because I just got a tutor that can help me every Monday. I wish he could help me every Monday and Wednesday of the week instead of just one day of the week. Currently, my tutor helped me today to solve ninety percent of of my math homework. In any case I fell better now and my stress is finally gone. Knowing that I'm not doing my best for a class that I don't even need, I took the class because I want to be an architecture even though this university does not offer such mayor, makes me feel more at ease with every other class.I just want to repeat again, my pre-calc professor is an ass and i do kinda wish he just stop teaching all together if he's not going to teach properly. I mean the guy teaches us with out bases. We gotta figure the bases on our own and because of that I'm getting the worst grades possible for my freaking homework. I don't know what will happen by finals week but if I do pass the class I will just celebrate for like a brief second while having a little flash back moment of every time that this mofo of a professor was such an ass to me, but if I don't pass is not like I'm going to retake the class. The freaking class isn't even transferable to the university I wanted to transfer. So that's that. I'm done with stressing out. I'm just going to go where ever fate takes me. Thank you if you stuck around here for so long and thanks for reading. have a nice day/night.