Last winter, me, my little sis and the Belgian girl that worked a while in the hotel last winter.
Mathematics is made of 50% formulas, 50% proofs and 50% imagination.
Mathematics is like love; a simpel idea, but it can get complicated.
I don't believe in mathematics - Albert Einstein.
Math test. Today. Only 5 hours. My grade went down the drain.
But while I sitting there, not getting a thing and confused by the numbers that were dancing before my eyes, I started thinking. What does this test really mean. Sure, it is important to my grade, but what does that mean? What do I do with that grade? Get an education, a well-paid job and live happily ever after? I can find happiness too without being a straight A/6/10-student. Of course, I want to get an education. But would it be so bad if I dropped out, flunked or got expelled? No. I would be scared and stressed, but then I would find something else. Another thing that my heart wants. People have survived without it for decades and I won't be any different.
So I just don't take everything that serious. I'm not risking my sleep scedule to study for a test and I won't forget my friends because of essays. Healthy, according to me. That's why I'm not suicidal because of my lousy test today. I'll survive.
Prepare! My plan from now on: Volleyball tournament on school - buss home - slide down the hill enjoying the snow - play Santa Claus - packpackpackpack - sleep - get in car - skiiing - presents! - The Netherlands - family weekend - New Year! - back to Norway - finish school - study law - be a lawyer - husband - three kids - minivan - soccermom - grandma - greatgrandmother - the dark and unknown blackness of dead.
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