Loving a Subject but being Utterlly Retched at it!
Confessions... I love theoretical physics, biology, literature, history, political science and a whole lot of other topics. This wouldn't really be an issue if I actually good at math or memorization, neither of whom are problems if you are a professional, they can however be major speed bumps if your only learning. If you happen to be wondering what brought this on, then look no further than my edx dashboard. I took up a course on the violent universe- astrophysics, for anyone who doesn't get the connection between this and my list of lovelies.
Well anyway, turns out, you need to understand another of newton's 'gifts to the world' to be able to comprehend this course, calculus. Which I guess won't be much of a problem at the end of this year perhaps but for now, we have only just begun calculus at school, so I have nearly no idea what the math is supposed to mean.. yet! So until the teacher makes some headway -at least the first lesson- I can't peruse the course, which is a major bummer because I actually started this course approx. last year. Which should be no surprise to anyone who notices my exaptational skills at procrastination, when there's no one to demand anything of me, and considering the only people who will probably ever read this will all be either blood or close enough to be, well you catch my drift I presume.
So onto more cheerful topics. I've started on a book 'why dinosaurs matter'. I probably mentioned this, but I am borderline obsessed with prehistory, and what's farther from the age of recorded history than the age of the dinosaurs! The book seeks to debunk popular belief ( by the way.. When has popular belief EVER been right about anything) that dinosaurs are failures, that they can't teach us anything, but to any that actually read this, I ask how does a failure, of a branch, of the animal kingdom, rule Earth for over 165 million years? Cause if you ask me, you'd have to be one hell of a success to stick around for that long!
I love the eccentricities of life. I love the enormousness of the cosmos, I love the miniscule world of the quantum, I'm fascinated by the biggest creatures to ever roam our plant and the tiniest, and everything that has been in between. But mores the pity, I'll never be good enough to qualify for any of those, I'm barely average at math, can't memorize a password, much less a detailed diagram. but a girl can dream. Even if that dream will be trampled by Indian beliefs, of math being the only important subject, of not being fanatically willing to blindly follow whoever happens to have convinced enough people-of themselves being the best choice-to be in power. Of having my own image of the world. Of knowing too much and simultaneously too little! Well, you get the picture.
By the way, ever heard of the movie 'BELLE'? It's about Dido Elizabeth Belle, a Victorian woman, painted alongside her cousin Elizabet . What's her claim to fame you ask? She's BLACK! To be black in that era was to be either a slave or a recently liberated one, so Dido is a woman I admire for liveing when she did, as who she was. There are a lot of woman like that, throughout history, who I adore, who I idolize Dido, Katherine Johnson, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Gabrielle Colette and about a dozen others who were ahead of their times, who broke the boundaries of what it meant to be a woman. Who gave me hope! Hope that I cling to like a lifeline, because for one who isn't convinced she's anything worth a scholarship, who doubts shell be able to afford to learn the things she wants to and wind as anything worth a second glance,... there's not much left but hope!
Well anyway, turns out, you need to understand another of newton's 'gifts to the world' to be able to comprehend this course, calculus. Which I guess won't be much of a problem at the end of this year perhaps but for now, we have only just begun calculus at school, so I have nearly no idea what the math is supposed to mean.. yet! So until the teacher makes some headway -at least the first lesson- I can't peruse the course, which is a major bummer because I actually started this course approx. last year. Which should be no surprise to anyone who notices my exaptational skills at procrastination, when there's no one to demand anything of me, and considering the only people who will probably ever read this will all be either blood or close enough to be, well you catch my drift I presume.
So onto more cheerful topics. I've started on a book 'why dinosaurs matter'. I probably mentioned this, but I am borderline obsessed with prehistory, and what's farther from the age of recorded history than the age of the dinosaurs! The book seeks to debunk popular belief ( by the way.. When has popular belief EVER been right about anything) that dinosaurs are failures, that they can't teach us anything, but to any that actually read this, I ask how does a failure, of a branch, of the animal kingdom, rule Earth for over 165 million years? Cause if you ask me, you'd have to be one hell of a success to stick around for that long!
I love the eccentricities of life. I love the enormousness of the cosmos, I love the miniscule world of the quantum, I'm fascinated by the biggest creatures to ever roam our plant and the tiniest, and everything that has been in between. But mores the pity, I'll never be good enough to qualify for any of those, I'm barely average at math, can't memorize a password, much less a detailed diagram. but a girl can dream. Even if that dream will be trampled by Indian beliefs, of math being the only important subject, of not being fanatically willing to blindly follow whoever happens to have convinced enough people-of themselves being the best choice-to be in power. Of having my own image of the world. Of knowing too much and simultaneously too little! Well, you get the picture.
By the way, ever heard of the movie 'BELLE'? It's about Dido Elizabeth Belle, a Victorian woman, painted alongside her cousin Elizabet . What's her claim to fame you ask? She's BLACK! To be black in that era was to be either a slave or a recently liberated one, so Dido is a woman I admire for liveing when she did, as who she was. There are a lot of woman like that, throughout history, who I adore, who I idolize Dido, Katherine Johnson, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Gabrielle Colette and about a dozen others who were ahead of their times, who broke the boundaries of what it meant to be a woman. Who gave me hope! Hope that I cling to like a lifeline, because for one who isn't convinced she's anything worth a scholarship, who doubts shell be able to afford to learn the things she wants to and wind as anything worth a second glance,... there's not much left but hope!
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