I was helping my brother with his math homework today, helping him make sense of the world of straight lines and closed figures. Towards the end of my schooling, math had gradually risen up the ranks to become my most dreaded subject. I was absolutely terrified of it, a far cry from the Yashasvi in the beginning who used to love the absolute logic and intuitive nature of the subject. When I was in tenth standard, I was one of those nerdy kids in class who used to come up with new ways to solve the same question. I always came up with ‘brilliant logic’ (or so my math teacher used to say), did well on my exams, and I loved the subject too. I found that it was one of the most brilliant things to be invented by humans, the irrefutable logic of it drew me in.
Those had been the times when I had been wondering what I should do in class 11th and 12th. For me, I found that I was a highly logical individual, one who could not do the ‘airy things’ that literature or other ‘arts’ subjects would demand of me. I did not want to do engineering either, and while I did enjoy and do well in English, history, pol. sci, etc, I was convinced that they were not for me. I wanted to continue with something that would allow me my math (and also let me have my favourite English teacher). It made absolute sense for me to choose computer science during class 11 and 12–I hated biology, which was the other option, and I also got my favourite English teacher.
But it was during these two years that I grew a terrible fear for the subject which had once been one of my favourites. I started fearing math, sometimes hating it with a fiery passion. Calculus made zero sense to me, I could reasonably handle limits and differentiation, but integration became the bane of my existence. I was terrible at it and my teacher knew it too. I somehow could not come up with ways to solve the integration questions as my friends could. My best friend, in particular, was absolutely brilliant at it. No wonder that she went on to do math in college, she was excellent. But my fear of integration, the crippling anxiety I faced whenever I was given a question to solve, only added to my troubles. I started faring badly in the exams, something that further pushed me down.
I could not find logic behind many things, maybe my teacher could not make me see it, maybe I was just dumb for it. But I was finding it all arbitrary and pointless. I found a little bit of solace in chapters like probability, and permutations and combinations, but even those became overtaken by formulae and theorems, ruining my intuitive understanding and logic. I started to lose my enthusiasm to solve a math question. Even when provided with a question I could have easily solved, I would feel doubt overtake me, making me incapable of solving it. I was starting to no longer see the picture, but rather the symbols. I was terrified of the words, of the theta and the sines and cos’s and the logs. I felt dumb, stupid, useless, and whenever my teacher used to ask, “you don’t get this?” (she meant it to help me, but it hurt nonetheless), I felt like crawling into a hole and never coming out ever again.
When my best friend nodded understandingly at whatever was being said, I could not help but wonder where I went wrong. Comparison became a problem, but thankfully I realised the darkness that I was turning to. I started to actively try to break out of it, I went to my teacher a lot with questions. I swallowed my pride and sat for the tutorial classes my teacher held to help the ‘weak’ students. I called my best friend and solved problems with her for hours on end. I was still very afraid of math, but I was trying to function despite it all. And my efforts finally worked, I managed to score very well in the board exams, and I was pretty pleased with myself. But I bid sweet adieu to math after that in college, preferring to put behind the hurt and move on.
Today, when my brother asked me some questions, I was reminded of what had enticed me about math in the first place. The wonderful logic of geometry, the beauty of lines and angles, algebra. For a brief second, I worried if I would be able to remember properties, to solve his questions. But to my pleasant surprise, I was able to do it with perfect ease. Moreover, I was able to teach him too, successfully, gaining his respect and the satisfaction of a lesson well taught. It made me happy, that I possibly still had some of that math in me. I want to take a math course next semester, it is part of the compulsory courses I need to take, and I would like to get it done with, in a sense. Also because a wonderful professor would be taking the course, and I would love a chance to take the course with her. I hope it happens, I hope the next semester will be a better one. I hope my summer semester, which starts thus Monday will also turn out fine. There are a thousand things I hope and like. I only wish that like how, today, I was able to reclaim a small part of my love for math, I would be able to reclaim at least a small part of other things. It shall happen, won’t it?
And that’s my memory for the day.