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To me and others, math is hard and it’s no fun
It’s just another required class like FYE or English 101
Math is a game that is impossible to beat
I am always the loser, I step down in defeat
I wish there was some way I could win…
If there was, then a new chapter in my life would then begin
I know that math is supposed to be a beautiful thing,
But something beautiful is usually pleasing to the eye…
And numbers on a notebook do not qualify.
As I said math to me is just no fun
It’s another required class like FYE or English 101.
Passing Math
As he sat in the math class, his teacher made no sense
There was much to figure out, the problems were now more dense
It was hard trying to solve numbers and letters alike
But now the problems required pictures & circles
And he couldn’t ask the jock, Mike
For he did not know what the teacher was trying to say
He just stared at his paper and called it a day
Looking around the classroom
Everyone seems to understand
Maybe it was only he who the problems couldn’t land
Struggling, and struggling he was so confused
All these problems, a year ago made him feel very amused
“How can I not understand, this used to be so easy for me
And now I’m lost and the jock gets it, how could it be?”
Through the struggle and the craze, he eventually made it through
And was able to pass the math class
Even though a lot of extra credit he had to do

Equivalence
Life is nothing but a word problem
A universe of discourse
A million of things taking place at once
And although life at times seems hectic
There always a solution, at least most of the times there is
Whether the solution involves devising a plan, guessing,
Or simply looking back and reflecting.
One must live life to the fullest, and search for the solution
Focus on the positive and not the negative.
Deal with the given statements, and come to the conclusion
That we are not perfect, in fact far from ten,
But we are what we believe,
And it is equivalent to the rest
Math Poem
I Love her and I hate her and there’s nothing I can do
Most People say “What did she ever do to you?”
I tell em “You don’t know her like I know her she’s never been good to me”
But this is a fact others just can’t seem to see
She treats them like family and they use her measurements to make flyers
But to me she’s always treated me like an outlier
I tell em “She entices me when she bends over at right angles”
But she didn’t tell me that she had lots of other variables
I thought our love would one day grow into symmetry
But she was quick to tell me we didn’t have the right
Chemistry
She told me I didn’t work hard enough and that I often didn’t study
Now that is a statement that forces me to agree
She says “you’ll need me one day, just you wait and see”
She’s right because without her I can earn my degree
I guess I need Mapquest to show me that with her I’ll be on the right path
If you don’t know by now I’m talking about Math

Please Excuse My Math
Allow me to scatter plot our bodies
And graph curves of best fit as
I join X and Y with linear equations
And allow me to push buttons far from a calculator’s calculations,
O’ yes, let’s equivalate!
Let’s assign our figures numbers
You the 6, and I the 9
As I collect data that flows from within
Keeping track of the digits that will soon become doubled, tripled, and even quadrupled,
If it’s multiplied by the times those parallel lines divide…NOW WE STOP!
And begin to work backwards to understand the problem behind those infinite numbers…don’t let my skills fool you, mathematics will screw you
Let’s make connections with point X and Y
And highlight the inverse operations that define this equivalence.
And mark off equally the spaced points for these consecutive whole numbers
O’ yes we have ourselves a unit segment…
What about a 3 some, let’s take a triangle and make it right, 2 extra points the more the merrier
Let’s equivalate!
Allow me to withdraw 75% of your data, which will leave 25% of that, to complete the rest
I’ll find the median that leads me to ½ of your best
11 point 5 is what is left, as we experiment with the probability of an outcome of zero…
So please excuse my math for solving of this problem clearly has no solution.
LOVE/HATE
“I hate math,” is what my students say the first day of class.
“It is too complicated, too many rules, too many letters,” are reasons for this hatred.
But I love math, the simplicity of it 2 + 2 or the complexity of √ 2.
All the rules somehow give me a sense of security.
Knowing that the area of a rectangle will always be the length times width
Math can bring such a high when you solve a problem or such anger when you can’t
That sense of accomplishment is like no other
Using ideas that were discussed thousands of years ago such as the Pythagorean Theorem
Or something as recent as matrices.
Many students may look at a board full of numbers and letters and say,
“Oh my God what is that”
But what I see is beautiful.

Functions
Your complexity transforms me to another dimension.
I am filled with both excitement and tension.
Are you linear or exponential?
On second thought, I don’t know your full potential.
With the press of some buttons I can get closer to the solution.
However, ultimately it is up to me to get the job done.
From Sine to Cosine to Logarithmic and Trigonometric
Functions make math tic.
Each problem is unique in its own way.
So I will make sure I study each and every day.
A Mean to an End
You and only you will take me where I want to go.
Like a weapon in war, you’re the arrow for my bow.
My spirits fly high when you are not low,
But when you sink like a stone I feel all alone.
My friends sit and boast as I am the focus of their roast.
No matter how hard I row you remain so low.
Five miles pass the speed limit is where you must go.
All the x’s and y’s showed up in disguise.
And they are the reason for our demise.
While I beg for extra credit to bring you afloat,
All I hear is the others as they sit and gloat!
By now you should know what I speak of
A number in need of some love.
The semester is ending, please help me achieve!
I will work real hard at a fast rate of speed.
All I ask is that you rise like a positive slope,
To correct the mistakes of this dope.
I will work hard to mend.
So that I may reach A MEAN TO AN END!

Math Poem
I take my seat, and as I stare I could feel her pulling my arm through the air
I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys
I start my car with the turn of 140 degrees
I feel my tires spinning at the center of rotation
I’m so hot like a matrix plus multiplication
She and I are a pair so fly, we catch everyone’s eye like the circumference of a pie
As I tear up the asphalt, in a 180 degree line, my speedometer hits 90 and constantly climbs
I could hear her engine purring like music to my ears
The decibels get louder, and I don’t have a drop of fear
I see the open road in front of me like candy for a child,
I pull out racing like Simultaneous Equations of 109
As I reach for the button I don’t even think twice
I slam the switch for a boost of nitrous oxide
I pump the volume louder and the windows start to shake
I hit 99 decibels and I felt and earthquake
As I rip through the surface area of the ground,
I make a semicircle as my heart starts to pound
Less then a mile behind me I can see flashing lights
All of a sudden they get even more bright
I press the gas with all the power cubed that I can muster
I must get out before I become a Jersey City’s criminal number 0049684205
I outrun the cops without 60 seconds to spare
I take a sharp 90 degree angle to my house I am there
I run up to my bed and think about my great night
Only to hear my alarm ringing against my favor
I turn around and realized this was the best dream
I could have had last night!
My Math Requiem
As I sit in my cell,
I think of all the things I have done
I add up the mistakes I made
Obstruction of justice
One year
Assault
Two years
Armed Robbery 15 years
2 nd Degree Murder
20 years
Then add up the lives I have ruined
Two fatherless children
Little girl eight years old
Son fifteen
One crying wife
Then I subtract all the times I asked the Lord forgiveness
Never did
Leaving me with a solution that shall be decided by the court
Something equal or greater then life in prison
The Death Penalty…