Basket.

The eve of a day that I have at alternate times hoped never to come and hoped to come quicker. Mathematics, Paper 1 - half the percentage. I am surprisingly confident as of this moment, and buoyed by the fact that I will be, after tommorrow, halfway to being able to finally throw away the subject that has inflicted on me so much pain over such a long period of time.

Forgive more pedantic exultation, but the time is finally, finall, FINALLY near when I can stop caring about obtuse mathematical concepts I have no use for and even less interest in. Let those who love their pages and pages of numerical proof and forumlae go ahead and do them. I'm out of here.

I've never liked the subject. From Primary 1, when I got Band 3 (65) for the fucking end-of-year exam (if you remember, that is an awful grade to get for primary school) to the O-Levels (in Sec 3 I failed fully half my Maths tests and all but one of my Additional Maths tests) to the A-Levels (a sterling record thus far, counting only Common Tests, Promos and Prelim, of OOEED; I haven't passed a lecture test since last May). I hate to look at numbers, cold and rational. There is one answer - no argument. You don't get it, too bad for you. You don't get it after hours and hours of effort, too bad for you. The numbers will not change and the answer will not change. It will remain, staring balefully, mockingly, back at you.

I see no use for it. I see no meaning in it. So what if I can integrate x^2cos2x? So what if I can sketch y = (7x^2 - 3x)/(3x^3 + 3)? What is the use? I couldn't care less about where the minimum point of the curve x^2/3 + 6x - 7 = 0 is. It seems that these things exist only to vex me and make my life so much harder.

Second rant in as many posts on this subject. Apologies if those reading get sick of it.

Twelve years of hurt. It ends soon.