When x is me, X + Y = confused, solve for Y
I was never very good at math. Ever. It’s really thanks to Philip and the determination of my high school math teacher to never see me in her class again that I passed. I only had to take one semester in college and I absolutely hated it. I had several tutors, read a couple Math for Dummies books, prayed for divine understanding every time I took an exam. I mostly got C’s. Nothing about algebra makes sense to me.
I get hung up on the letters.
I’ve been a biblio-linguiphile/amateur etymologist for quite some time now and to my not fully formed frontal lobe it did not make sense to see letters (or for that matter “imaginary numbers”) strung together with math symbols.
My high school math teacher tried to make me feel better by telling me about this movie that Barbara Streisand did with Jeff Bridges (The Mirror Has Two Faces). It’s this sort of romance, coming in to her own, kind of movie. Streisand plays an English Lit professor, Bridges is this math professor with strange ideas about how sex ruins relationships, they bond over baseball, and fall in love despite the odds, and I guess because Streisand loses like the equivalent of four dress sizes…
Anyway, I just never held much appreciation for the mathematical arts. The grand irony of my life is that though I’ve pursued things I enjoy to gain employment I spend a large portion of my days dealing with math; math, and budgeting, and numbers. It’s not quite algebra, and I get to make my Excel spreadsheets quite colourful, but a part of me loathes it all a bit. I think the mental block sets in when I imagine my life as the ideal “renaissance” woman: capable of art, math, science, philosophy, and sky diving or whatever, and I know that I fall short in the math area. I mean I have a hard time doing simple multiplication and division. I guess there’s always something to aspire to.