I have struggled with math all my life. I could never figure out why I was able to excel in all other subjects but when it came to math it was like I was seriously mentally handicapped. And then I figured it out.
For whatever reason, I learn ONLY through reading and practice. The reason I could handle any other subject was because everything I needed was written down somewhere. There were never any surprises.
My math books would include a tiny handful of examples. The homework and tests would have more complex variations of those examples. If one of those variations threw me off the ONLY way I could learn it is if I could find a clearly written step-by-step solution. In elementary school and high school that wasn't an option. My teachers were more worried about me doing my homework than they were with me actually knowing the material.
Fast forward to college. I get my first solutions manual. With it I begin to ace every algebra and calc exam thrown my way because I can see step by step how to solve every variation of a problem I am expected to know. If I ever get stuck, help is there in print.
Now I'm taking a course with a teacher who decided to make his own half-assed text book. There is no solutions manual. I have to rely entirely on a scant few examples which don't cover all the variations he wants me to understand. I can't do it. Sure, he'd gladly go over the problems with me, however, it wouldn't matter if he was the greatest professor ever to teach. I don't learn through listening to lectures or participating in group work. Sorry, Prof. You may be a good teacher, you may have years of experience, but you have absolutely NO experience learning with my brain. That's something I've perfected over the years.
I'm blind with fury right now. My only hope is to SCOUR the web for identical problems and their solutions. What should take me five minutes to grasp is taking well over an hour. Gah! I swear, some days I feel like I've put in the effort, I've tried as hard as I could. All I want is a job that pays enough for me to be self-sufficient and modestly comfortable. For whatever reason the world seems to be working against me in that simple, honest pursuit. So when I'm in the news for robbing a bank, understand that I gave honest, hard work one hell of a shot.
Okay. That last bit was crazy-talk, but I'm just miserable and I need to vent. I can't believe this jackass couldn't give us a real text book.