It’s April Fools Day. I almost thought of something clever and deceptive to celebrate. “Almost” only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, though. I’ll just be passive and celebrate as everyone’s patsy.
You know how I was angry at math earlier? If I recall correctly, feeling bitter towards the teachers and commercials who over emphasized math’s importance in life, I denounced them and math. Turns out, I’m the one who’s wrong. A lot of the stuff I learned in algebra and geometry I still use. It’s only the formalities.
My weekend was centered around studying algebra. I watched hour after hour of math tutoring videos. I do recall a whole host of rules and so forth involved. I guess I just needed the reminders. I liken it to relearning a native tongue. You forget, but you don’t. (Not one of my most eloquent metaphors). Everything stated, I feel as though I could retake my math test now. Retake it and kill it. I won’t, though. I plan to overcompensate and study plenty more. I’ll fit some geometry in there and see what happens.
No art or poetry has been done in a few days. I hate to admit it but let’s be honest. I have not done either when it would behoove me to do both. I can blame it on time again but that’s only half true. If I was focused enough, I could make an hour here and there to do things. An hour here and there isn’t much, but ti’s enough to declare, “I’m doing art and poetry.” By tomorrow, I will have that declaration to make.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an opportunity to investigate. I won’t say much about it now, I don’t want to queer the deal. What I will say is that it is something that has haunted me this weekend and left me anxious. And, if you know me, if it scares me, then it must be good for me.