I loved maths all the way through school, it all just made sense, and my only bad point was occasionally not showing "enough" working because some steps were just so intuitively obvious for me I hadn't realised I needed to mention them. I always knew I wanted to go and study it at university, and it wasn't hard to get two A grades at A-level.
And then I went to university and eventually got a BA in Maths (yeah, Oxford's weird) but that was through 4 years of hell, failing finals first time round and passing them the second on the basis of 4/9 of the papers and a doctor's note. There was stuff in there I still loved and that made me think maths is just neat, but sitting finals papers without the foundations necessary to have a hope in hell of being able to answer the questions? Nightmare.
So now I run away from maths, it scares me because I know I should be able to do it and I hate the fact I can't any more. But just a bit of me still finds it really cool.
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Date: 2006-09-21 12:48 pm (UTC)And then I went to university and eventually got a BA in Maths (yeah, Oxford's weird) but that was through 4 years of hell, failing finals first time round and passing them the second on the basis of 4/9 of the papers and a doctor's note. There was stuff in there I still loved and that made me think maths is just neat, but sitting finals papers without the foundations necessary to have a hope in hell of being able to answer the questions? Nightmare.
So now I run away from maths, it scares me because I know I should be able to do it and I hate the fact I can't any more. But just a bit of me still finds it really cool.