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You can be held down
Fracurtued in time
It can happen
In the quickness
Of snow falling
I was waliking along the path
Its the day
I am jofull in this world
A point alone is just a dot
Two points connected make a line,
Add another point in the same plane .
Then connect each dot.
A triangle takes shape.
Depending on the angle the triangle is named,
one woman going back to school
plus a dream to study numbers
one degree to teach the masses
is all she needs to lecture classes
two people inspired to teach, one is her, one is me.
Midas
My name
My claim to fame
See I'm Waiting on a chain from a music mogul like the melanin filled money-makers sold out on the block
Which is ironic cause now were selling on the block
Numbers, express, fractions, percents the fear with my hands being sweaty.
Teacher asks, " Deloria what is the answer"? Of course, I freeze all I can think is zero.
When I see xy+5 = y
I see college algebra
I know it's easy
But my head spins round and round
I feel like I'll pass out and probably die
From graphs to quadratics
It's So Easy, You Can Do it, Don't Be Stupid.They Shout Over And OverCompletely Unaware ThatIt's Not Easy, I Cant Do It, I Am Stupid.I Constantly Struggle To UnderstandTo Get It RightTo Pass The Test
The moments, ordinary, have started adding up,
From sharing meals together, or coffee in a cup,
Subtract the times when sadness had tried to seize the way,
As love returned with gladness; a new and brighter day.
-
Hey My “Best Friend,”
I just wanted to check up in you, because I haven’t done so in a while…
I feel real,
Because I am human.
I feel real,
Because I am rational.
I feel real,
Because I am natural.
I feel real,
I feel ecstasy in these equations,
I'm delighted by these approximations.
How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?
Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow.
My enthusiasm is hard-won,
Life full of
So much work
My greatest love
Has turned beserk
Smother me
My head hurts
Cry in my tea
Tears on my shirt
Says the physicist in his freewheeling calculation,
Peering through nature, he develops his approximation.
It is an art to solve problems;
Through his eyes, life is far from humdrum.
THINKING TO YOU IN STATISTICS CLASS - a love letter
I rearrange everything into orders When will the bouncing,
Every time I had to deal with your altitude
Every single problem ranges in amplitude
Breaking my barrier with your end behavior
Hey,
I´d like to say I´m a bit shy but let´s give this a try.
You and me, together, this is the linear regression of our love.
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In one ear and
Out the other
Listening skills,
They lack
Have to ask one another
A question that
The teacher just answered.
Act as if you know
To the next class you will go,
We are the numbers you love so much
The starting point is 14
3 tries it took to get it right
But we are more than just the mean
Will they ever know how much they mean to me?
How even on the hardest days they could make me smile?
When I was at my worst
when I had no reason to go on,
when I was done with the world,
As I sit, soaked in paint
dripping on the office chairs
I think about how I got here
If it hadn’t been for that math problem
I do math for the light, the moment of truth, the gleam
when I open the curtains, and show the full glaring sun. O constant fire,
spreading light where once there was confusion; one solution,
This is Stupid,
there is no point.
Why am I writing, like someone will actually read this?
I can only imagine,
some other hopeless insomniac,
at two am,
HMM I WONDER WHO THIS PERSON IS
Sleepless nights and restless day
Mind in a fog, almost a daze
School has got me in a craze
Homework and test every week
Our love is like math
It's always complicated
I swear, algebraic expressions was created just for us
You're always searching for your X leaving me questioning Y?
We use to be equivalent fractions
Some see numbers and it makes sense, but other can't even understand cents.
Spanish is to an english speaker, as math is to me.
Gibberish.
I see words and can eloquently translate it's thoughts
According to physics,
the force tension in the noose
around my neck is equal to the force
of gravity, 556 newtons, pulling down
One by one
Count as they go
There they go
You are still here
Look at them leave.
Now by two by two,
Somehow you are still here.
Three by three
Next, they start to go.
I hate math
I hear them say:
I'll just take an easy math class
I can't stand math!
But why?
Why do students hate math?
Why do letters mixed with numbers cause ridiculous dread?
As I sit down in the dark corner I can feel the walls begin to slide,
I feel trapped, trapped here inside
As if this is my last goodbye.
dear world,
and people that love math,
and shapes,
and lines and boxes,
I think you should know that these things are dumb and pointless.
(except circles)
it all began in parallel lines at the centre
then a little calculations in the virtual median
proved the proofs during deviations
and would be on constant calculations
On the very first day
you get assined you calculator.
This integral object will have to become your new best friend,
along wiht the unit cirle.
All summer you have been studying countless revew packets-
I am searching
For the answer
Of who I truly am.
I'm looking in the area
Underneath a curve,
As if it somehow
Holds the definition
Of my existence.
Nothing is awesome
Wait, let me clarify
Annihilation can blossom
Naught, blank, nix, zero, zip
Nothing can be awesome
As a new perspective starts to flip
Archimedes rejects,
You can see it.
A grey mass
with the weight of
Universes.
Skyward,
we travel to lands beyond comprehension.
Skyward,
we travel back home.
Skyward,
we travel to the land
I stare hard at the numbers and sign.
I concentrate,
I rack my mind.
Minutes pass but I still haven’t a clue,
I try and try,
But I still don’t know what to do.
Stand tall, straighten your toes
Student,
Your strides should be steady steps
Forward
School is a necessary distraction
Present your projects, prioritize,
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown
The numbers run through my head like a jet stream. More and more flood in while I scramble to make sense out of it. The patterns become apparent and the sequences and algorithms fall into place.
Today in English class, we learned how one wordcan have many different meaningswhich I guess explains why so many people lieand can deny it.
As this brewing math problem strives through my brain with its persistence,
I sit and think 'these are the banes of my existence!'
One, everything was all right- perfect 10-
times 9.
Measureable by a letter scale,
A.
Two, I recall you but not what you said
one and one?
The scale is getting heavy and dark like
Ghost machineChemical combinesEssential electronsFlame combustionRed-wired boiling water.
14 * 7 = the reason why math and I don’t mix
Is doctor, engineer, lawyer in? I wish
That the jobs I want would make bank
And who knows? Maybe one day I will
But in truth, that’s not the saving grace
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
Lesser- Positive
By: Anyssa Q. E
There began balance-
There began space.
Empty matter far displaced.
Within darkest dark,
Pitch as Black,
Strings suspended-
Light was made.
Dear Synthetic Division,
I don't detest.
I don't understand you.
It's not you.
It's me
or maybe the teacher
who stands in front of
the class ranting
in a foreign language
we call
To those who tried to comfort me when I was diagnosed by saying "it could be worse," "everyone has something," or "at least you don't have..."
What are the Odds?
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours
Both take my time and waste it as I try,
Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy.
Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
I and Pi personify
and roll the die on you and I;
We think, we speak, we spin, we creak,
the beat is 2-pi, you and I,
you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
Many look at math
Like it's
A chore
Unneccessary
Even torture
They look at numbers
And only expect
Headaches
But I see
Something more
An opporunity
I’m sitting here,
Playing with my pencil,
Doodling on my paper;
You’re rambling on about nonsense,
The implicit derivative of some long equation.
I think I heard you say cosine?
Here's a problem to solve:
You're given a set of numbers and rules,
Expected to manufacture meaning from it all.
Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
Dazed in the classroomJust barely still awakeThe teacher droning on and onHow much of this can I take? No fun games, no interaction No matrices or chemical reactionsJust poetry by Emerson and Poe
Oh teacher, Oh teacher, what must I say
This work that you give;
Causes too much dismay.
When I get home this is what I do,
I curse to the Heavens, “Oh f you!”.
Now it is time to settle down,
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
mind over matter,
but the equations on our minds really don't matter.
the stoner behind me is fully content,
Oh Teacher of math, you need to take a bath; you have a musky old smell, that makes you class worse than hell.
Oh teacher of math, you can't teach the class; your own problems, you get wrong! how can I pass this class?
I wish it could be over.
I wish it could be done.
I wish that I could leave you,
But this battle’s never won.
You frustrate me to pieces,
And drive me up the wall.
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species
is a recklessness(and something deeper)
that only a soulcan know; I wonder
how many?
How many sparks(between the lines)
One day I want to be a nurse
I will need a lot of science
And english courses
So when will I ever need to know
Everyday I see you
and everyday you look at me
Everyday we talk
we argue and laugh together
Everyday i bump you
and everyday you bump me
Yet it feels at though you have never seen me
There's nothing better than to wake up early in the daytime
Where of course my mind is prime
Ready this early math quiz after the partying weekend-
I wish weekends never end-
But I wake up before the sun does
I'm tired of math. Too many know-it-all teachers can't communicate
I don't learn like that, could you elaborate?
"You see, the radius is C over Pi because Pi is the answer, but what is Pi?
Kiss My A**
Where do I start, what can I say?
Never been much for words
At least that's what they tell me.
"Oh you're so shy"
But I stand up in class
"That question is stupid"
I walked a mile to high school everyday.
I sat for six hours.
I learned about subjects
that I didn't care about.
When school was over
I walked a mile home
and spent my own time
doing more work.
I try so hard,
Yet you don't even see.
You call me a failure
Because I can't get above a C.
Math Class
The hard uncomfortable seat that hurts my ass more than any other class,
The shrill voice that lasts in my mind for hours, I dread walking through that door
Her tone frightens me
As she spouts equations at the speed of sound
My pencil furiously marks my paper
With numbers and letters
If she hears the tapping of a pencil
So, I'm perched atop my study stool,
removed from social interactions.
I've become a slave to post-secondary school.
I derive equations, not satisfactions.
I've been solving for x longer than I can recall,
I go to Calculus every day,
Waiting to hear what the tacher might say.
It doesn't matter what she tells us to say or do,
Completed assignments are so few.
We learn so fast it's hard to learn,
I never thought that I could feel this way
I never really searched for this feeling
- None worthy to share it with anyway
But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
Calculus
Homework is
Like some sort of poetry
It expands somewhat in the middle
Then is gradually, thouroughly
Simplified until it is quite
Manageable once
Again
she became Queen for a day
8:43 Monday morning in that white cube
of a classroom
I still remember how they thrust her onto a plastic throne
and told her to sing
Try To Keep Up
I got it the first time you said it
Now Bob’s fallen asleep
Now I’ve finished today’s assignment
Now I’m on to History homework
And there’s still 39 minutes to go
The Education
I've got trouble in math,
Flinging me down the wrong flight path.
Science isn't easy,
It's equations leave me queasy.
Just give me a test,
So I can get rid of the rest.
No, Mr Generic, you're not right.
The answer is pi over four.
Pi over four, can't you see?
Stop telling me the answer is pi over three,
Stop telling me you know what's correct.
Oh! History
Why do I hate you?
You repeat yourself!
Names, events, revolutions
Don't matter much!
Why not teach math?
Why not teach Physics?
Why not teach the history of math?
A day spent in torment,
A witch with an infernal love of torture,
A job to educate, yet she fails.
Why doesn't she see,
That we struggle to find the solution,
That this is the epitome of masochism.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended?
Im not allowed to say that in class?
Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
I say One.
You say Fun.
I say Two.
You say "Who?"
I say Three.
You say Me.
I say Four.
You ask for More.
I say Five.
You just Jive.
I say Six.
You make Clicks.
An Algebraic Expression
I see the scattered images of love
Soaring like a plane from high above
Like the circumference of a circle unbending
Me and YouYou and IWe’re as simple and as complicated as the concept of mathI couldn’t tell that this was a difficult equationWe could not evade itFrom 1+1 = 2To 2x - 13y = What?, Fuck it
It’s interesting to think about congruence.Two of the same down to the last detail.There is a novelty to this that is just out of my grasp.I fear I will always be slightly obtuse.Angles all wrong.
Galinda:(spoken)Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project
Elphaba:(spoken)You really don't have to do that
Galinda:(spoken)I know. That's what makes me so nice
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your heart beat and your
Cheeks flush hotly red.
The square root of 8 is... is... 2 times the root of two
54 plus 9 is sixty... uh five? 63
The derivative of 3x+7 is... well 3
Math is a way of life
And calculus is what explains it all
Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations;
A victim of our differences by nationality?
What about the genetic equations of our emotions,
And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?
Infinity is a ridiculous notation
its identity is completely out of human comprehension
its vastness surpasses the furthest of reaches
of all masterly crafted ideas, dreams and speeches
Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
In all the calculations
I haven’t really done,
I’ve come to realize that
In four years,
I’ve suffered from
The rocking of a coach buss that
Always made me nauseous
For enough time to
Two sides
one her, one I
not shades of grey
nor night and day
compliments
like marble rye
like acrobats
I launch, she flys
I am her, she is I
two sides we are
x=y
Classes of math
All need to be passed
Lazy-minded one cannot be
Churning out graphs
Until the last second of class
Limits can be quite tricky
Under rigor instruction
Some actually learn functions
I take one look at you,
your curves sliding from left to right,
2 parentheses on either side.
Your independence strikes me.
I like it. Constant. Never changing.
But everything has 2 sides
Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am,
little old me,
staring into the eternity of darkness.
Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved,
by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.
