I can empathize with you pd. I hated math way back when. As such I didn't do very well with it. And to this day I consider it a great loss. I do love to read and I write often. My first career was as a professional barber. I think my father and the local barber down the street conspired to get me into Barber School so that I might have at least some chance of doing something with my life. After I barbered for about 2 years I decided to join the Navy. The recruiter after my battery of test decided that I should go to Electronics School. I said 'Oh No, you don't understand, I hate math'. But they sent me anyway, and I commenced to do a good job of flunking out after the first couple of weeks. The Master Chief of the School told me they were going to '**** Can' me to the fleet. That meant that I would be scrubbing decks for the duration. But he said I have one more chance. He put me in a room by myself, with books & TV. He said you can do anything you want, watch TV, Hit the Beach, or study, but at the end of 3 days you better, blankity, blank, blank pass that Bleep'in Test. He put the fear of God in me, but I still wasn't getting it. A good friend that I had met there snuck into the room and tutored me for 2 days. On the 3rd day I passed the test. As they say, 'the rest is history', I retired as a Lieutenant Commander 27 years later.