As a business major in college, I had to take not only Macroeconomics (which I liked), but also Microeconomics…which I hated. That class made me want to tear my hair out on a semi-regular basis. I was never more grateful to be done with it than I was when I turned in my final exam at the end of the semester. I thought I was a pretty intelligent woman until then, but that class made me feel like absolute dog shit. It wasn’t the professor’s fault, he was a nice guy, as I remember. I just had the most difficult time wrapping my mind around the concepts he was teaching. I had the same issues with any and all math classes I took from high school onward, so I wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling. I can honestly say I don’t remember anything I learned in that class, and I doubt I could recall even the most basic of information if you put a gun to my head. Aren’t I glad I didn’t major in Economics. Yeesh.