| This week, work has begun on relearning all of those old and archaic rituals of factoring and prayer to the unit circle. I saw with mine own eyes the ancient ceremony by which students of the mathematical arts pay tribute to their god, the graphing calculator, and, finding myself among such a foreign setting, joined in and took part in the bizarre goings on. I saw the light rain down from the heavens and fire rise out of nothingness, as the graphs formed, enlightening me without cause to reason with the old gods of algebra. With my new found faith, I prepare myself to venture forward and see what great secrets still lie ahead. Yet so much is still forgotten! The might of The Algebra must not be underestimated! I have wandered off the holy path of calculation, and I struggle to find my way in the haze of blissful ignorance into which I've wandered. All in all, I believe that I shall not only regain my old figuring stature, but that by year's end, I shall have gained a more powerful ally than the Ancient Algebra or the new found shortcuts could ever have been to me. And yet let me not speak of the Terrors of Trigonometry that have always haunted me! No easy way is there to, with Algebra's light, dispel them! It calls into question my posture as a mathematician, my inability to reason with those unruly constructs. In the place where triangles and circles collide, no man is meant e're to venture. Yet I endure, and push back, forcing those fearful beasts to conform to my old god'd nearly forgotten yet ever present and rigid laws. Thus, I feel at every moment that I grow closer to my original aptitude, and hope in me grows that soon I will regain my understanding of the old ways, and that I can again tame the Trigonometry. |
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