I
have a severed relation with your numbers and equations
Not
that I hate you, Math. Actually, right now I think, I’m starting to like Stats
But
the problem is, you see, the flair I have for words does not come out easily
(if at all)
when
I am face to face with decimal points, integers, and multiplication of
fractions
Believe
me, I tried for so many times
And
for so many times I cried, trying to find whatever are the values of x and y
Why
are those values almost always missing in the first place?
I
mean, I tried so hard to understand
Why,
there are far too many digits in one solution
Why,
too many problems demand division or multiplication
But
I only get hot tears, beads of sweat, fiddling fingers, torn out papers
Until
I mastered the art of crawling out to the backdoor of a classroom,
like
a lone soldier crouching over to spare himself from the ranging bullets that
are prime
numbers.
I’m
sorry. I have grown used to using letters only for words, not for finding variables
I
have learned what is meant by "reading between the lines,"
I’m
not used to drawing one to plot out coefficient and correlation
I’m
trying to think of you now as a man, who for so long have courted me for my
attention
But who would always find me busy, engaged to rhymes and poems not to formula or
theorems
So,
thank you, for coming by again, and for this last time let us try
to
get to know each other, one formula after another
And maybe, just maybe, thereafter, I will no longer have to barrel through life
without
ever really knowing what a square root is for.
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wind 8/7/14
5.40 PM
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| I'm no longer a teenager, but this is still how i do Math. :( |
