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Hello and welcome to this week’s edition of “KC rants about something random for 500 words”. The rant topic for today will be my least favorite class of this semester—Physics.  

  

Here’s the thing, I’ve never been a math person. Now, I know what you may be thinking “but KC, physics is a science!” That’s true, physics is a science, but at its essence physics is just the math of how things interact with other things. Which, yes, makes it a science, but in practicality makes it far too much like a math for me to find any enjoyment in it. At all.   

All through middle and high school, teachers and others would separate people into two major academic groups, the “math and science people” and the “history and english people”. I’ve hated this as long as I can remember. Even as a young teenager it was pretty obvious to me that science was my thing and math simply wasn’t. I was never bad at math, per-se, I just dreaded it in a way that I never dreaded any of my other classes. 

Fast forward to college. I still dislike math, only this time the classes are harder. I scrape my way through calc, fly through stats with the ease of someone who was lucky enough to have worked in a lab and already know most of what the Professor was teaching, and make the active decision to put off physics for a couple years.   

It’s important that I state that I actually liked physics in high school. Not in the same way I liked biology or chemistry, but certainly more than I liked my mathematics courses. However now, this very semester, I am taking physics. I have never been less about a class in my entire life. The worst part is that I’m actively trying, too. We’ve all taken a class that we weren’t excited about and maybe not done as well in as we should due to not putting in the effort or not paying attention during class. This class? I genuinely try to stay engaged. I actually sit near the front and take notes in four colors of pen and haven’t cut class even though the Professor tells us which days we’ll have in-class quiz questions. Yet somehow, every class, I’ll be scribbling away, blink, and have missed half a whiteboard of equations and three critically important explanations. I’m pretty sure my brain is just repeatedly going on strike to protest the unfair conditions I’m putting it though. Don’t even get me started on the day I made the mistake of walking into class without coffee. That day is better not spoken of.  

I know a lot of people who would disagree with my opinions on this. My good friend the physics major, for one. My roommate the physics tutor who maintains that this course was one of the easiest she’s taken, for another. But physics just really isn’t my thing. Relatedly, if you ever see me frowning as I walk out of our class, please know it’s not our class that has me frowning. I’m just walking to Physics.