Maths

I miss it so badly.

To think the subject that is hated and despaired over by pretty much 99% of the general population is the one part of my life I sorely miss.

Those xs and ys might have been a frustrating mystery to most but to me they were the doorkeepers of the most intricate puzzles. I loved how an equation could suddenly shift like a kaleidoscope, revealing a new pattern and its colourful answer. A stained glass window. An ascendence to heaven. Oh those magic numbers!

(how I wish I remembered differentiation!)

I think I'm going to go hunting for my year 10 maths book. In between researching Chekhov and writing short stories a nine point circle needs to be proven.

* Addendum: Today (ie. Tuesday) I went downstairs and found my brother's old 2 unit maths book whereupon I spent the next hour or so during dinner factorising and expanding equations.  It was absolute, nerdified bliss!