Last semester, I took a statistics class with the excuse that it was job-related. The truth is, though, deep down I have always been in love with math and ashamed to admit it. In high school and college, when one is required to make life-long decisions before one really knows what life-long should and could be, I chose the English direction rather than math. I believed (wrongly) that this was an either/or choice.

But statistics opened a fissure. Math is everywhere: Borges is all about math. Badiou is all about math. Libraries are all about math. And that’s just the easy-to-list stuff. So this semester, I formally declared myself a math major at the school where I teach, and I have enrolled in College Algebra. This is my first math class since 1987*. I have to take another basic skills class after this, then four semesters of calculus, and THEN I can start the “real” math major classes.

I should have probably started with an even more elementary class, but my ego (and checkbook) didn’t want me to. So only in week two, I am already struggling to keep up. I am a terrible student. This is going to be a long journey.

Someone suggested that I blog about it. I don’t know who will want to read this, how often this topic has been done, or even what I will have to say. But I think it’s a good idea. I make my students blog and “reflect.” So a little practicing of the preaching is in order. Who knows what this might add up to (<- s*ee what I did there?*).

*Except for stats last semester, and a little foray into developmental math a few years ago.

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Sherrin, just found your blog. I wondered what all the math stuff was on FB. I am jealous. I love math and have long wanted to take some classes. Wish we could do so together. Good Luck!

Hi, Steve! I would love to take a math class together. That is a lovely dream 🙂 Thank you for the good vibes!

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