Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Solve for x

Math and I are not friends.

I am currently studying for a test. It's a required test for my major.

Even though my major has never been (and most certainly never will be) math, the test includes a large math section.

I have been beating my brains out for the past 3 days trying to review all the math sections, and will continue to do so for the next 9. My life does not look promising.

I hate math. I mean it. I genuinely hate math. Leave me with my books, my movies, my music. Give me subjects to discuss, people to study, something important to pay attention to. Give me words, poems, or stories. Give me characters to discuss, prose to study, and places to visit.

But please, I beg you, don't leave me with piles of numbers, formulas, phrases, angles, and vague letters that mean nothing.

Don't you know it's cruel to use x as your it-stands-for-anything-possible-letter? I now hate x, and I don't want to. X was meant for better things. It was meant for words like exquisite, xylophone, existential, existentialist, Xanax, and Oxford (I have many more). But when you just make it sit there like that, all by itself-alone, and plain, I feel sorry for it.

Let x go back to where it belongs--comfortably nestled in taxidermy.

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