Math

It takes a very special type of person to love math. I have NEVER been that person. Its not so much that it is very difficult to understand, it is just excessively annoying. Using math is not my problem, its enjoying it. No matter how hard I try, I want to destroy something during my homework, without fail. Case in point: I just spent 3 hours on a math assignment that should have taken me 25 minutes. We're not talking useful math, either. They were just numbers, variables and a blinking cursor that impatiently awaited my answer, which was inevitably: Wrong. Thank you computer math program for labeling me: INCORRECT.

My teacher, on the other hand, stands in front of class and lectures us on the different ways to solve things like she has just solved all the problems of our little worlds. She is floating on cloud nine, preaching the truth of all that is worth speaking of.

Yesterday, I was especially out of it from not eating dinner before class and not getting enough sleep. Luckily, this seems to be the best time for me to think creatively. As I sat in my semi-catatonic state, I entertained myself at the ideas of how someone could come to love math so much that it hurts (my teacher often looks in pain as she reaches her point; I also have a theory that she secretly wants to harm some of us for not caring). Anyways, I threw some ideas around. They ranged from cruel to unusual. I thought maybe she had no friends growing up and her math numbers were her only unchanging variable in life. Maybe she was a younger sibling and had a lack of control in life and just wanted to manipulate and control SOMETHING. Maybe she was like a friend of mine who once explained for an hour how crucial math was to the creation of the universe - AKA "Math is God." (he made a lot of sense, by the way). Still, how could someone love something that was so drab? Math seems to me a sliver that you just never can get out. It is there and you know you have to deal with it, but you just never can rid yourself of the annoyance. How could my teacher be in love with such a maddening thing??

Then it hit me. A little voice in my head reminded me of how the world really is. "Don't be so harsh," it said. People enjoy movies like "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and "Saw XII." Some people ghost hunt like it was their life's calling and THEN pretend to find stuff. For goodness sakes, some people even adore an administration full of airheads (no political stab intended, of course). So why should I be so confused at my teacher's adoration of imaginary numbers and graphs? You know what? Thank you Mrs. Math Lover, for showing me that Crazy people are an important part of this world. And although you may belong in an institution for your passions; explain on and I will humor your rambling madness.