I'm one of those people who was good at geometry, okay at my probability and statistics class (that's the math class you take in high school when you're too lazy/artistic/stupid for pre-calc or whatevs), but Algebra 2 was one of the first times I was like "I am honestly not smart enough for this. I cannot understand what is going on." I even tried to do tutorials after class with my teacher, and my dad would try to help me at home, and I still technically failed Algebra 2 out of sheer not-getting-it. I honestly tried my best, and my best was honestly not good enough, but my teacher passed me with a D because he told me he knew I tried my best. That was like a defining moment in my life, where I realized I had a very specific kind of brain. I was also like kicking ass in Advanced Placement Literature and shit at the time, so it's not like I was a dummy. Just not a math guy. So No, Math, I do not hate you, but you and I have separate paths to follow.
A.P. Biology also melted my brain. Our teacher would anthropomorphize molecules and say they were carrying buckets full of smaller molecules around with them. This was really hard for me to "get", because I kept thinking "A person is the walking, talking, bucket-carrying accumulation of molecules. Molecules cannot have personalities or qualities that we understand. How can a molecule 'carry' smaller molecules? Am I to believe molecules have temperaments?" and then I would just imagine some proto-Osmosis Jones fantasy world and get distracted. Also, science text books are poorly written and often eschew all laws of grammar, making them impossible for me to read.