My relationship with Math

I've been thinking a lot lately about the relationship I have with math. And this is what I have decided it to be.

Math hates me. It mocks me. It pretends to like me when people are tutoring me and trying to help me understand, but when the tutor leaves me alone with my math problems or I go to take a test, the math seems to be saying to me "You can't handle our problems! Your little brain can't comprehend our complexities!"

Math has hated me my entire life. There have been very few times when we have gotten along. I think a good way to describe how well Math and I go together is like trying to mix oil and water. It just doesn't work. No matter how hard I've tried to get these concepts to click in my head, they seem to be missing that one small piece that results in the clicking together like a seatbelt and its buckle. Once that piece is established, its hard to forget the information because all the pieces fit together.

Well, I am here to tell you that I am going to find a way for math to at least tolerate me this semester. We may not always see eye to eye, but if we can find some kind of compromise where I use my own techniques of making math concepts work, then I think that math and I can find a way to get along for the remainder of the semester. Now the only question left is this: what connections or techniques can I find that will allow me to fully understand my math classes and not compromise the integrity of the subject of math itself?

I guess that's a question that I will have to solve myself. There is no one that can help me solve that puzzle in a way that will make sense to me better than myself.