Getting back on track now. As you've seen before, my fragile and hopeful inner self had its dreams utterly crushed but, with the help of a few professors and a good book, I've managed to move on.

My turnaround started with a professor that was uber boring. He does notice this and shifts to telling stories about how math was different from the other sciences. (anyone here notice you have a math subject apart from the science subject in gradeschool?) Then he suggested we read a book entitled Fermat's Last Theorem, which I borrowed from a friend. I pored through the entire book in less than two days, a perpetual smile on my face as I rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Theorems that last for eternity, methods to prove the truth of a statement for all numbers, and logic problems with solutions so simple you'll have to laugh when you see the small neatly wrapped package that is the solution. I finally saw something possibly more beautiful than music.

Another professor wasn't very well known among the student ranks and she was our Modern Geometry professor. She would stand in front of class with nothing in her hands and tell us the wonders of Geometry like a bard relaying an epic. And what wonders did we students behold when parallel lines met, and what excitement we found when lines crossed on the pages of our notebooks without intersecting was something that made my spirit fly once more.

A third professor was a little weird. She would scribble theorems and properties on the board, explain them and then immediately crack a joke she thinks is appropriate for what she had just written. It was in her Abstract Algebra class that I saw how the numbers fell into a neat arrangement of groups, rings and fields. And it was in her subject that I realized we math majors were possibly the only ones who understand and appreciate what she taught us making me feel somehow special, reminiscent of what I felt with the distinction of being able to play the piano when I was younger.

WOW! I've never heard anyone talk about Math in this manner before!

"And what wonders did we students behold when parallel lines met, and what excitement we found when lines crossed on the pages of our notebooks without intersecting was something that made my spirit fly once more."

I have to say... this line made my day.

Good professors make all the difference.

Wow, these professors really know what they're doing! I mean, if they had this much of an impact on you, then imagine how many others they've helped in the same way.

I'm stuck with evil math teachers on pregnancy hormones. D8

"WOW! I've never heard anyone talk about Math in this manner before! "
Potgenie, do my eyes deceive me or is that a review? Have a box of sunshine, then. [] (looks, it's coming out to say hello!)

Actually, only the second professor became distinguished among my classmates. They thought the first was too boring, the third a little too eccentric but the second they consider a cut above the rest. I think I'm the only one who appreciated the first and one of the few who liked the third.
"Evil math teachers on pregnancy hormones" -what a mental image.
I did have my share of evil math profs, if it makes you feel any better, rain.

My evil science teacher became my evil math teacher...

Goggles, would you mind giving a brief explanation of how parallel lines meet?
I'm no maths major, but I'm highly intrigued.

I didn't understand a word of that...

I'll expound later (possibly tomorrow), I gotta go get ready for school. If you want you can check out something called Hyperbolic Geometry, that's the Geometry where parallel lines meet.

Or I can ask my Maths teacher tomorrow!

I'm glad it got you intrigued as well, Tippy. Nina, I still owe you an explanation tomorrow.

Take your time, I've been entertaining myself with some light research already

Don't worry, I find it funny too

(though I do often worry about seeming heartless, so maybe my opinion isn't the best here...)

Don't worry about seeming heartless. I'm heartless, and I'm proud of it!

...well, I'm more indifferent and apathetic than heartless, but anyway...

Aww, I can totally imagine you being repetively poked and hardly noticing!

And I mean that in an affectionate way