It was my plan to set aside this past week
to prepare for the Quantitative Graduate Record Exam.
A week ago this seemed like a big number
for ample review,
time set aside from more typical U.S. autumn events,
like electing a white male economic supremacist for President,
after having taken a 12 year break
from all those irrational remainders.
I have always thought math should be revolutionary,
resonantly resolving like rainbow harmonies of scale,
profoundly correlational with geometric truths
as algebraic beauty,
and I suppose it may be all those good things
yet this week math feels suspiciously snarky and sinister,
replete with far more ways to go wrong
So today I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t bother
with these mysterious Quantities of testing.
Although I did well forty years ago
and didn’t know any more or less
about mathematical machinations then
Or so I thought
until I actually opened up the GRE review section.
When did math become so monochromatically dull,
devoid of plot
and anything resembling metaphysical charisma?
Soon I found the verbal questions
much more edifying.
Well, OK, not really that,
but more entertaining than watching formulas dry
and principles march in relentless mind-numbing LeftBrain dominant lock-step.
It took years of ecotherapy to overcome
white male LeftBrain dominance
and now, so late in life,
discovering I don’t even miss it
any more or less than zero-sum WinLose economics.
But, I think I will visit the Quantitative section
day after tomorrow
Say goodbye to old friends
I’ve never had occasion to use
due to relentless negative correlational neglect.
It might be fun
to see if I guess as well as I used to
when I was still young enough
to believe metric right or wrong could possibly matter.
Now I know it’s just not true
except for statistical analysis,
which is at least as much about
the politics of subjective Electoral College economics,
as objective rules of fair and accurately cooperative procedures,
verified as reified by all.