I can't believe I'm doing Math, and what the hell is square-root of 80?!
By the way, that was a rhetorical question.
So anyway, I'm starting this Math tuition thingy. The school's parent-support group found this guy and begged him to give us Math tuition. The first impression he gave us was that he's a genius, but I won't bother typing about it. It isn't as impressive, you'll just have to meet him yourself.
I've always wondered how anyone enjoys Math. I don't see any beauty in it, just staring at repetitive numbers and solving number sums with the four signs: + - x %. I mean, at least language has a wider enjoyment spectrum. Sure, you only use all 26 letters of the alphabet, but you have things like stories. Literature! History carved into church walls! These spark off imagination. When I look at numbers, they just look like numbers, with no meaning, no objective, whatsoever.
That tuition guy told us we have to love Math in order to do it. Let me try.
"Oh, I love Math, isn't it wonderful?! The numbers are so meaningful to me, so beautiful! The flat surface on the number 5, the smooth curve of the number 6, the sharp but stylish edges of the number 4! Oh, it's practically ART!
My goodness! They have such history! They tell such interesting stories, like how many animals were killed in the year 1 000 000 B.C.! Oh, how much more terrific can these nine numbers get? So exciting!"
No, that doesn't work, man. I'll go have a word with whats-his-name who created Math after I die.
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