As it turns out, it was way more advanced, and while I could grasp the concepts, there were too many holes to fill. I had hoped this course would be a rehash/slightly more advanced than the course I had just taken. Unfortunately, this soon became a problem. The two questions I got wrong covered inverse trig and log limits, both topics we hadn’t covered in the last calc class. I took the diagnostic quiz, and got 8 out of 10 right. Unfortunately, I never took a class at UPenn as an undergrad. UPenn is a member of the Quaker Consortium, which also includes my alma mater, Bryn Mawr. I saw they were offering single variable calculus through the University of Pennsylvania, and signed up immediately. Their massive online open courses (or MOOCs) seemed quite challenging, but best of all, they were free! I wouldn’t get college credit, of course, but that didn’t matter.
Going over the material on my own, using all the supplemental texts I purchased? As we’ve established, I need more.Įnter my savior,. So what to do? Extension class at a university? Too expensive and time-consuming, commute wise. I couldn’t go through that Lucy with the football thing again, no way, no how. Let’s go with something.Īnyway, this something is what made me reluctant to give up on my math studies, even though I knew trying again at my college was not an option. This development feels like a miracle, or maturity, or something. As long as they leave the toilet seat down, we’re cool. I tolerate related rates and optimization – but then again, no romance is perfect.
I adore limits, derivatives, and integration. Nor did it take away from my interest in learning more calculus, which was actually one of the most satisfying chapters in my short math career. And furious mostly furious, really, since I felt like the whole semester was one big game of bait-and-switch, with the second professor as bad as the first, except in a far subtler way.īut unlike previous bad experiences, this didn’t sour me on math. When my second community college calculus experience ended on a bad note at the end of 2012, I was really depressed. But can determination make up for 25 years of math neglect? One woman’s attempt to revisit the math that plagued her in school.
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