I always abhored mathematical problem solving. To me, a problem only having one answer was so mundane and frustrating. If I didn't know how to do the problem, then I'm just stuck. There's no creativity involved. Not even trial and error. As long as I am clueless to the whole concept of the problem, there is a very slim chance of solving it. I guess that's why I considered myself an English person most of my life. Analysis of a reading passage or piece of literature was always left up to a wide range of interpretation. Given, there are always symbols, literary devices, and plots that are widely accepted as being correct in all instances. But, nonetheless, if I want to interpret a "problem" in English, I could approach it any way I want and still be "right", with sufficient evidence and support.
However, as I study for chemistry and solve problem after problem, I'm starting to get it. Once you got the concepts down, problem-solving is a puzzle. Figuring out how all the pieces fit together to agree with the concept. And solving the puzzle is INTOXICATING.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I wonder if everything I'm doing right now in college is worth it. So many people give up their dreams because they find it unattainable or simply too difficult to pursue. Others smarten up and realize that what they wanted isn't REALLY what they wanted.
What if I'm just wasting all my time only to reach a point when I dismantle it all?
On a totally unrelated note, I've become some kind of a jerk lately.
I realized I have total disregard for people's feelings. Nowadays at least.
God, save me from myself.