At university, I have to enrol in math courses. They are finite in number and widely feared. Though by no means ‘advanced’ mathematics, some of them have a certain something that is apt to strike a quiver into the stoutest heart. Today I wrote the final for the last course of this type. Mathematics is a curious beast which if tamed, it can bring great joy. When untamed, its fangs are long and sharp indeed.
Now that I don’t have to take any more mandatory math courses, provided I make it through the next week unscathed, I might actually take some. But wait a goldarned minute, you say, wasn’t the point of this hellish all-math semester to be done with math for once and for all? Possibly, but can one really deny the raw power and beauty of mathematics? Only time will tell if I succumb to the siren call of higher mathematics again.
Here is a link to the most interesting course I was enrolled in this semester:
Good lord, man, you’re going off your rocker! Once you start referring to “the raw power and beauty of mathematics”, you’ll never go back.. soon, you’ll be a professor, wearing a fuzzy sweater and finding everything ‘terribly interesting!
The horror!
I guess I’m doomed then