I don’t think I’ve mentioned recently how much I dislike math. Near the end of this latest semester people have started to ask if I’m planning on going to graduate school, to which I respond “I might get my Master’s eventully, but by all accounts it’s a lot more math, and I don’t really like math.” This almost always ellicits the response “What! You don’t like math?” or “Why are you an engineer if you don’t like math?” or “You’re kidding, right?”
This leads me back to my main point. I’ve always liked building things, for example, when I was two I wouldn’t sleep without my little phillips head screwdriver, which I affectionately named “Driver” (kicking off a fantastic personal convention for meaningful naming). Legos were always a hit, and my childhood sketches quickly turned into cutaway drawings as soon as I learned what a cutaway was. I have always equally disliked math, for example, I got D’s for most of my elementary school math tests, flunked Calculadder time and time gain, and broke out crying trying to learn Algebra.
By now, you too may be asking why I went into engineering. The simple answer is, I wanted to. My parents told me that if I wanted to be an engineer I would have to learn to do math, so I learned to do math, but I didn’t have to like it. Perhaps my qualms come from my initial ineptitude at math, or maybe I just don’t like to think as hard as doing mathematical analysis requires. Either way math has, in fact, become more and more palatable to me as the years (and my skills) have progressed. At this point, math and I have an understanding. I study until I understand what I need to know, and math doesn’t make me do proofs.
Will I actually go into engineering? Will I ever learn to really love math? Will this post end in under four paragraphs?
Somehow, I doubt it…