Math Lover: Part 1

When I was in college, there was one subject that I never learned to appreciate. Not only because Differential Calculus was one hell of a heavy-math subject, but I also couldn’t figure out how am I going to apply all those x’s and y’s in everyday life. Let me put it in concrete terms: suppose I needed to buy a piece of bread in the bakery, do I have to bring out a scientific calculator and start computing for the x? Silly! Of course I know my argument is sooo stupid!

The reason why I am sort of reminiscing about that nightmarish subject is that just yesterday, a neighbor came to our house and was asking me to help tutor her son on his math assigment. It brought back ugly memories of the past. It’s like a recurring dream, I see myself sweating buckets during departmental exams and the feeling of my cold palms while I patiently wait for the results. Eeeehh… I wanted to help but I wasn’t confident because I know I was never good in math! I worried that instead of helping the boy, it would turn out as a major disaster. That I wouldn’t be able to explain to him the basics of algebra and that everyone would laugh at me.