My math requirement was a 5 hour Trig/Pre-Calculus class. I dropped it once, and failed it once. On the third try I went to math lab every day, and really busted my butt to learn the stuff. As our instructor was passing out the final exam he held up a little drawing of a skull and crossbones, written underneath it it read, "You can run, but you can't hide from Math 1610". Nice and calming, huh? I struggled through the test, then got to the last page and didn't understand a damn thing on the page. I filled out what I could, then wrote a nasty little note about not learning the last page of material. Thinking I had flunked again, I walked out of our classroom situated on the 3rd floor of the language building, kicked a chair down the hall and yelled out , "F....................". They probably heard me outside. I made a 'C'. It's the happiest 'C' I ever got. The strange thing is, I really like math. I'm horrible at it, but I like it. On a side note, my required PolySci class was a taught by Dr. Bush. He said on the first day of class, "I'm going to teach this class with a republican bias. I encourage debate, so if you have a problem with any of this I suggest you find another prof." It was one of the toughest, yet fun classes I ever took. I got to go in and debate politics with my prof for 1 1/2 hours every T/Th. This class is the only place I ruined a curve on a test. It spurred me on to make polysci my minor, and I took a couple more of his advanced classes. I made a 'B' in that class, and went back to ask for an A. A cocky thing to do, I know, but I thought, "You never know unless you ask." He said no.