You suspect there might be something wrong with yourself when, looking through your brother’s A-Levels Mathematics exercise book, you have this wild craving for mathematics that hits you so suddenly and shockingly you almost fall out of your chair. Remember the days when you used to say, you HATE math? Absolutely loathed it? That it made no sense whatsoever to study something you won’t be using in your daily life, ever, EVER?
Now you look back, as a wizened old student of architecture, and sigh. Those were times when things, however ridiculous, still made copious amounts of sense compared to the fickle subjective nature of what you’re pursuing now. And even though you don’t particularly like math either, you think, it sure as heck should be a lot more straightforward and manageable than all this torture.
This torture that begins in a gut wrenching 6 days…and I’m not kidding when I say even thinking about it makes my head spin and stomach churn.
No, there’s nothing wrong with you — at times I wish I was back in my A-Level days doing Further Maths questions while listening to the radio for hours and hours. Because, I’ll always know by the time those hours are over, there will be progress. Even if I can’t answer the questions, all I have to do is circle the number and ask my lecturer the next day. Poof, there you go. There’s an answer.
Unlike this crazy universe we’re in where more effort does not necessarily bring more … anything, and where nothing is clear-cut, everything can come from everywhere and — gah it’s just too hard to explain. (And I know you know what I’m trying to say anyway. XD)
Today was yet another crit for another module — only one more essay to submit and then my first term as an architecture student will be overrrr! :DDD
Hehe – I understand perfectly what you’re trying to say Aneesah.
All the best for your semester! It doesn’t get any easier after that, but at least you’ll be used to it, hopefully :/