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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
Can't we just accept that life, like math, possesses imaginary and irrational numbers? ~awatr
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,
Glittery makeup, Skimpy uniforms,
I walk down the hall.
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.
i hate calculus calculus is difficult math, math, math, math, math...
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.
Hours, minutes, seconds of my time. Tic; Mathmatics
I was naturally selected to fail.
To wonder and to create, jolts a spark in the mind of fate.
Today in English class, we learned how one wordcan have many different meaningswhich I guess explains why so many people lieand can deny it.
The number that inspires me
One can mean many, only to few.
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
"X" is a number. How can one not understand? I will never know.
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
Its flawless face is veiled with tension like a bride on her wedding day,
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?
Butterfly knives- the savior to all known underdogs,
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,
I entered your class and you said I should not be there.
Math teacher, oh math teacher, why are you blue? Is it because someone bullied you?
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.