I had a math test this morning.

I don’t like math tests, which isn’t surprising, since I don’t particularly like math. The only saving grace was that this test was on factoring polynomials, and I happen to be decently good at that, after all the time I spend doing it last semester.

Since today marks exactly the middle of the term, I suppose you could call this my “midterm” but it’s only on chapter 4 in our book, and our teacher only made us take the test to be sure that we all knew how to factor before we moved on to the new stuff.

So, really, we’ve been reviewing Algebra 1 material for half the semester. No wonder I thought it was easy.

We’ll be getting progress reports next week, and I’m sure half of the class will be dropping after that. After all, you can’t bring up an F with only nine weeks left. I’m hoping for a C. Because if I have a C, I won’t be paranoid that I’m failing, which is a serious problem at the moment.

I’ve been talking to my English classmates (you know, the class where everyone is an English major? That’s my favorite) and we all agree that we need “Math and Literature” as our required math class, instead of all this problem solving we keep having to do.

What would “Math and Literature” be like? Well, way easier. You’d read novels about Einstein and the ancient Greeks who discovered all the Math junk we do now. We’d never have to solve a math problem, and instead to projects on what the world would be like if no one figured this stuff out.

I can dream, right? And I dream that English majors would have “Math and Literature” as their required upper-division math class. Far better than Mathematical Theory or Stats like we have to do now.