“It’s all Greek to me” is an expression that epitomized my math experience junior year both literally and figuratively. Sins, cosines, derivatives. You name it, I was lost. My mom had cautioned against taking honors pre-calculus but I decided to enroll in the class anyway. I would do all of my homework, and would lock myself in my room and study for hours but my grade in the class kept dropping. I couldn’t switch out of the class so I had to buckle down, reach out for help, and try and recover my math grade. I decided the best way to pass the class and learn the material was to ask my uncle, an engineer, to tutor me. I collaborated with my mother, uncle, counselor, and math teacher to make a plan. I went to my uncle's house twice a week to
