Okay listen up family.
You smoke, your poor and you can’t seem to get your shit together to get your own running car. You’re my family and I love you, but you made some really god damn bad decisions in life. But it’s you’re life, just as my life is mine. I don’t smoke, I have a car, and I’m trying to make something of myself.
However you’re making that last item a royal bitch sometimes. See what I’m working towards requires math. Which isn’t coming easy which means I need to study on the weekends when I have time, not run your car-less selves all over creation.
I don’t mind helping you out. I enjoy it, but I need time for my stuff too.
While I’m at it. What the hell is up with up math? It just seems to be an endless serious of steps with not one god damn logical explanation why this or that works. Both algebra classes have been series of steps. Seldom do I get thrown a bone and explained why something works. I need those explanations, otherwise it just blends into a mind numbing ball of steps that don’t mean anything.
It’s like trying to learn to drive from someone who doesn’t tell why you should stop for a red light, just gives you tables for deceleration rates at specific distances for stopping.
I’m tired and cranky and I don’t think I’ll be getting to sleep until after 2 am, 3 hours from now.
What really pisses me off too is the way it’s presented. Occasionally the clouds part and I see an intuitive glimpse into how algebra works and it’s elegant and wonderful. Then I get drug back to the fog of arcane voodoo steps written in what sub vocalizes to a monotone Ben Stein voice.
Why can’t this stuff be written with passion and personality? Even the sentences seem designed to depersonalize and sterilize what hints to be a beautiful thing. Why would you plaster over marble?
It would make my decade if just once I read a sentence in my algebra textbook that did not include the word “thus”, but did include the phrase “here’s where it gets really cool”, or even better “I don’t mean to gush about this function but”. The math logic won’t be anymore wrong if you add word play, or even enjoy it, honest.
I’d like to sleep tonight. So back to the algebraic plaster dungeon of Ben Stein I go.