To me, math is the perfect exemple of what matters is the journey and not the arrival. Once you get the right result, time after time, it has no more interest. I mean, no more interest to me. Once I know how to write all those numbers and unknown letters, that somehow get discovered, it is no longer funny. And when I'm trying to understand what, to my eyes, seem not possible to be understanded, and it just goes wrong, time after time, it starts on loosing all the interest, specially if I start on thinking that with my imagination I could go much higher. Well, and I guess that's when it all starts. I put my imagination working with mathematique, and it just fits perfectly, time after time. So then I smile and feel proud of myself. Time after time. And then my explicator comes and looks to my roles. His face just starts like "what?", and then he asks "Is it right?". Well, then I show him the solutions in the end of the book and the results are the same. Actually, when he shows me the more ortodox way to do it, the last fractions are the same.
In the end of the explication of today, he just said something like:
"It doesn't matter at all the bad grade you had. Now you're understanding this and finding the right results. When someone knows math, is able to do all the exercises from the books, no matter how hard they are. When someone understands math, then is able to do anything. Is able to do the unkown. So it means that is able to Do math.".
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