Open Letter to Math (And How I'm Doomed to Like You Forever)

Dear Math,

You suck. You make me wish that numbers didn't exist. The numbers, the pain, the integrals. Everything that contains numbers basically makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry. But at the same time I can't help but do it. It's not just because I'm taking the class, that happened based off of inevitability. I'm taking it because I'll need it eventually (they say).

Sometimes I think that maybe language is like the highest form of math. By the time you get to multivariable basically everything is in letters - it's terrible. But what if the high level math you go it just becomes a language. It'll be like Elvish, but not as cool.

But, as much as I hate to admit it math really does help. I mean, I can figure out how to find the volume of a Hershey's kiss now - it's a about perspective I suppose. It's really hard to wrap my head around it now. The fact that I can't become a natural math wiz like some of the other guys at my school is kind of sucky.

I could spend a good couple paragraphs just ranting, but my fingers are getting cold and I'm not sure if I'm really that up to it. You're not worth it.

So I'll just end here Math - I need to go and finish homework.

Sincerely,
Camille Cooley