I used to quite like maths. There’s a logic to it. A process. It made sense.
Until it stopped making sense. When words and language inspired and motivated in a way that algebra and calculus couldn’t.
One of my ME symptoms is that numbers are just numbers now. I struggle with what they represent. I have been baffled by Primary school maths for some time now, but given enough time and an empty page, I can muddle through. Spurs Fan only has to glance at things for them to make sense; I’m starting from first principles all the time.
Girl1 has a decent grasp of maths. She’d never claim to like it, but she can work it out without too much difficulty.
The class are baffled.
The exam is today.
We have years of this ahead of us.