If "Math" was a cliff, I'd trip off the edge....

I’m pretty sure my math homework is devouring any thought process that has nothing to do with numbers and forcing me to abide by its rules and regulations of life. Granted math is a huge part of society and holds EVERYTHING together, it is completely unnecessary to factor the time in the morning when I wake up.

I’m not even kidding.





7:28 AM and all I’m seeing is 7(x+4), and by the time I realize what’s going on, I’m thinking of the other sections I have to finish and a pressure starts just behind my eyes, threatening to drive me into a silverware-esque insanity (if you missed the reference there, check this out). Then I’m up until 2 AM, spitting out variables and fractions until I collapse from exhaustion.

The subject I feel most comfortable with is English, so it is extremely disturbing to see a word problem and feel the need to sob uncontrollably. Math is working to take hold of my grammar-obsession and pit it against me. It’ll make it so that I feel at ease when an equation appears and terrified-as-all-hell when someone throws up a sentence or two. I realize that my 100+ books are not threatening and that the computer-generated problems are there as a way to test my knowledge and help me learn, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can feel myself changing. I’m turning into someone who smiles at the thought of a few hard test questions and can’t finish a book, even if it’s a mere seventy-something pages long.

My poor Oedipus The King is suffering, and that is a tragedy in itself.

Of course, all you Math Majors and geniuses out there are totally and completely outstanding for having the ability to enjoy what you’re doing all the time. I envy you, I promise. I just found my niche in writing and plan on keeping it that way when advancing to whatever career I so choose. I suppose I just need to accept this new “me” in my life and try to understand her before judging.

I’ll be sure to update you on any progress . . . .