Internal musings and thoughts

Torture by math

         I hate math.  Whoever created math needs to be the recipient of an incurable foot fungus.  I know math

is used everyday when we buy things, make recipes, and write our blogs.  People may not realize that we have

math in our blogs but we calculate word counts, sentence length, and paragraph length.  I don't like to think of

math when I do anything especially writing.

          I just like to write without math impeding my passion.  I don't mind telling math to take a vacation and

leave my writing alone. I wish I could've told math to have taken a vacation when I was in school.  I'm surprised I

passed my math classes, just barely, but I passed.  I was under the impression that teachers, the

educational system, and my parents had a vendetta against me. 

         My parents were relentless in keeping on top of my math.  I never threw temper tantrums, never cursed,

or yelled.  I would put my math off to the very end of my homework list.  I even tried to say the dog ate my math

homework.  I don't think my parents believed me. 

         My parents always found my math homework.  I didn't like them very much because I thought they were

trying to torture me.  I think you may agree since no one should be tortured.  We may be able to use math as a

torture element instead of waterboarding.  We may be able to win these wars much faster. 

         Using math as a torture element to win wars is a topic for another time.  Math caused me grief that now

as I've gotten older all the gray hair I have now was growing back then.  I was younger so it wasn't showing as

much as it is now.  I believe I have gray hair because of math.  Math was not my friend in school. 

         I didn't make math my priority since there were other subjects I enjoyed more.  I have gotten better at

math over the years seeing that it has a purpose.  Keeping those teachers busy teaching math is the purpose

that keeps math in our lives.  I just wish it wasn't in my life.  Math can take a trip to a far away place. 

         I wish I had taken a far away trip when it came to math.  I would've loved school a lot more instead of

condemning the system.  I say condemning the system now but I wouldn't have known what that meant back

then.  Math makes me condemn the subject.  I have one final thing to say:  I hate math.