I’m not sure how to say what I’m feeling right now. I have a mixture of relief, regret, and ecstasy. For the past five months, you have been a part of my life in ways that I can’t even have imagined before this semester. The long nights, tears, and fleeting joy- you have been the cause of them all.
From the minute this relationship (if that’s what you call it) began, I knew I would I would have to put in effort to make it work. Things were challenging in the beginning, and only got harder as time progressed. My high school teacher warned me about your concealed, hidden layers that were crucial to my full understanding of you. At first I didn’t take her seriously, but now I know the truth, although I can’t say I comprehend you fully today.
The headaches you created were incessant, the joys few and far between, and I can’t say I’m going to miss you. Nevertheless, thank you for teaching me that I will never become an engineer, and more importantly, that nothing can bring me (just maybe my GPA) down.
So long, Calculus. Till we never meet again.