Math is the bane of my existence. It has been the source of much pain and many tears since the third grade when I began learning multiplication tables all the way through momentum equations in college. I thought I had left behind this evil beast birthed of Pythagarus and Arab scholars. With Olympian skill, I slalomed past any sort of algebra or calculus in order to fulfill my quantitative reasoning requirement. Yet, once again, as I study for the G.R.E., I find myself face-to-face with my old adversary. I actually considered finding graduate programs in other countries just so I wouldn’t have to take the friggin’ thing. What’s the point of a test that measures your ability to take a standardized test? You don’t even take standardized tests in grad school, so how does it judge whether you’d be a good candidate for a program? This is one of the major problems with the S.A.T.s and most other standardized tests. I get the sense that everyone in academia knows this, so why stick it right in the middle of someone’s academic progress?
Better question: Why bother caring anymore? I’m already in more debt than I can literally conceive and need to get a graduate degree to accomplish anything. Maybe I could just join the circus. I’d have no problem shoveling elephant shit as long as it didn’t involve factoring quadratics or finding percent increases.
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I like math, unless it's something complicated that hasn't been explained to me properly. It gives me a sense of control and order in a world full of chaos.
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