"Curveball" #2

I got my second placement today during a break in a presentation. A 6 hour presentation on ways I can be sued. I'm very impressed by someone who can give a 6 hour presentation with no notes and still manage to be entertaining.
Anyways, my second placement is with an 8th grade pre-algebra teacher. I have a learning disability in math, dyscalculia. I have trouble doing stupid little math like counting my change, reading an analog clock, and whatever those fancy tricks are where you give a cashier extra money so that they give you an even amount back... yeah, have a hard time with those things.
In high school, I took Algebra twice. The first time, I made a 77. So I took it again, hoping I'd understand it better. The second time I took algebra, I got a 70.
This is something I was just over. I chose a major without math in it, and I moved on with my life. I hate it that math had to limit my prospects, I really do. But seriously, when you get a C in "math for liberal arts" after spending every day in the math lab, you have to just deal. Apparently my symptoms are very textbook, and a lot of math learning disabled individuals show abnormality or lesions in their parietal lobe, interesting, because the diagrams look very similar to the place from which I had a tumor removed.
So yeah, now it looks for 8 weeks I will be pretending I have any idea what I am talking about. In an 8th grade class room, in a mostly urban school. Seriously, if this was never the plot of a Chevy Chase movie, it should have been.
8th graders are notoriously more obnoxious and difficult than their younger peers, and this is not going to be pretty.

On my student teaching application, I listed Math as the subject I was "least interested" in student teaching. Apparently, this was how our department chose where to place us. I don't know if they had "Kindergarten Cop" in mind, or what. But seriously, there's no personal discovery to be found here- just my own personal hell!