Mathophobia!
Mathematics! you say this word and immediately there is a frown on my face! Maths and me..hmmm.....what they say...dont gel well.(that rhymed!)
I haven't in the least done well in almost all my maths examinations! It seems impossible for me to come out smiling after my maths examination. eeno gothilla!
I try to study hard and on the previous day of my examination , I feel I can overcome any hurdle.But on D-day, all my confidence disappears and I am able to do nothing!
But the exam has to be written! I finally end up in the examination hall.I am seated among other students. I try not to think about the forthcoming danger. But the thought keeps coming back just like a periodic stomach ache which keeps on rotating in the stomach and makes you aware of its presence periodically. In order to distract myself, I pretend to look at others. I then realize what kind of people are sitting around me. Some have weird expressions on their faces. Some keep shaking or rather oscillating as though they are sitting in a train.Some of them are muttering or chanting continuously. Some keep staring at the question paper bundle that the teacher is holding as though their eyes can scan the question paper.But one thing makes everyone alert and brings everyone out of their reverie. The bell! ossshoo..whoever invented that! The audio signals from the bell travel right into my brain and wash off the little maths left in it.At this point I become blank.
As they say, An idle mind is a devil's workshop, the devil, in disguise of the maths question paper, comes to set up its workshop of tensions in my idle aka empty brain.
I then open my eyes and look at the question paper. Then it is as though I am sitting in a war field without any weapons. The questions keep firing and I keep getting fired.The examination duration is usually for three hours. Three hours! Seem like Three years. At some point, I do answer some questions and the confidence in me lifts its head up but the big big legs of the question paper stamp it and end my last hopes.Finally half dead, I leave the examination hall. Among so many other students who keep 'chitchatting' about the paper, I try to escape unheard and unspoken to.But one idiot will surely catch me and say " hey the paper was easy know?"
Then I would fake a smile and nod my head and walk off from there feeling terrible.
WHOEVER THOUGHT THAT MATHS CAN BE EASY!
Its only with maths that I face this kind of trouble. Maths and me ,a bad combination and a defnite NO-NO!
