As a little girl, I always used to struggle with mathematics no matter how hard I tried. My grades were always fine, but I would get so frustrated that I always needed to ask someone for help. I remember being selected to take Algebra 1 in 8th grade, and although I was excited, at the same time I was extremely nervous. In my mind, I felt that I was not good enough, yet I still tried my best. There were times I gave up, but when I passed that class with a B, I was thrilled. Although I tried my best in Algebra, I knew that I was capable of doing better. Once I got to high school and was taking Geometry, I struggled even more. I would call my brother practically every day, so he could assist me in what I needed. Then one day, all of a sudden,
