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  • Reading the title one might think "Emancipation? Probably some sordid tale of a troubled child, finally set free from the empetuous hands of a violent parent".

    It's something like that, only a little less dramatic.

    The emancipation which is in question today is my release from the gruesome land of numbers, x's and graphs, one might call it Maths. In fact, today was my final maths examination paper which went quite swimmingly if you might ask despite the numeric tales of horror my peers might have shared regarding the paper.

    Let me give you a feel of the situation...

    8:45 am, Salle Communale de Chene-Bourg.
    I sat quietly with my clear pencil case and graphic calculator gleaming in the warm May's sun. As I was offered 5 minutes reading time, I thought to myself : " How do polar bears know where to walk in the North Pole in order to not fall into the water due to cracked ice?". I snapped out of my arctic haze and started reading the exam, so far so good. And then out of nowhere around page 7 came the dreaded, the montruous, the lethal... Section B, the long questions. Slowly cradling my British Airways pen, I held it up to the ferocious beast and poked it as many times as I could with x's and derivatives and logarithms and cosine rules as hard as I could but alas, the creature was far too complex for my frail cognition and I had been defeated. Although, as the clock struck 10:08, I finally knew that this was to be my last battle, with this numerical monstrocity we call Mathematics.
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