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I feel dumb. Not just dumb, but sell-out dumb. It goes like this. A lot of women, most of them with Women's Studies majors, bitch about how there aren't enough women in the sciences. When they didn't take it upon themselves to volunteer, shift the statistics personally, get into the fucking sciences. The fact is, most women (and a great number of men) don't like the sciences. Do you know why?
Math is hard. Let's go shopping.
Size me for a plastic purse and four inch pink heels, I've had enough. I haven't understood a new mathematical concept in two years (a possible exaggeration, but none spring to mind). I have been taking math classes almost every quarter of that time. I want it to stop. I don't want to be in my major anymore.
I've been pretty resigned lately. There's only one quarter to go. I can make it. Blah. Blah. Blah. But my current class (which I've loved the lectures of, because they're all conceptual and social instead of numbercrunching) has a 10 page paper (worth 20% of the grade) due in it soon. The topic is supposed to be some kind of continuous modelling problem, i.e. a real life (or life-like) situation that can be modeled using differential equations.
Not only have I never written a mathematical paper (that part sounds fun, but I have NO background and it doesn't sound like he's going to give us any help on how it's supposed to go), but it occured to me today that people are talking like they have topics. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF TOPIC AM I SUPPOSED TO COME UP WITH? My job is to sit in class and regurgitate like a good little trained monkey and graduate from this deity-forsaken institution of so-called learning that's been destroying my will to live for the last five years. I hate math, I have no interest in the topics we're modelling and I JUST DON'T CARE.
And I feel like such a sellout. I should go become a fucking women's studies major and bitch about how there aren't enough women in the sciences.
Math is hard. Let's go shopping.
Size me for a plastic purse and four inch pink heels, I've had enough. I haven't understood a new mathematical concept in two years (a possible exaggeration, but none spring to mind). I have been taking math classes almost every quarter of that time. I want it to stop. I don't want to be in my major anymore.
I've been pretty resigned lately. There's only one quarter to go. I can make it. Blah. Blah. Blah. But my current class (which I've loved the lectures of, because they're all conceptual and social instead of numbercrunching) has a 10 page paper (worth 20% of the grade) due in it soon. The topic is supposed to be some kind of continuous modelling problem, i.e. a real life (or life-like) situation that can be modeled using differential equations.
Not only have I never written a mathematical paper (that part sounds fun, but I have NO background and it doesn't sound like he's going to give us any help on how it's supposed to go), but it occured to me today that people are talking like they have topics. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF TOPIC AM I SUPPOSED TO COME UP WITH? My job is to sit in class and regurgitate like a good little trained monkey and graduate from this deity-forsaken institution of so-called learning that's been destroying my will to live for the last five years. I hate math, I have no interest in the topics we're modelling and I JUST DON'T CARE.
And I feel like such a sellout. I should go become a fucking women's studies major and bitch about how there aren't enough women in the sciences.
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Try searching the internet to find out what a math paper is supposed to look like and contain. It will give you an idea of what to include in your own paper. Or go visit a math tutor and ask them about your dilema.
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