i love math... well...

I'm reading my little sister's blog, right?
You know, just reading over some of her entries and some of the comments people have written... and by "people" I mean my brother.
As I let out the occasional chuckle, I can't help but wonder why the literary gene skipped over me.
Eugene, Jamie, and Cheddie all majored or minored or whatever in English... but what about Jane?

Is it because I was the only "early-bird"?
Is it because I was electrocuted as a wee lass? (as I like to remind Mommy every now and then.)
Is it because I'm the middle-child?

No, none of those are convincing enough.
Well, the electrocuted thing sounds pretty good...

I always like to tell myself- and others- that I am not an "English" person.
Rather, I am a "Math/Science" person.
That's right, math and science...
I know my times-tables and square roots.
I know my mitosis-cycles and ribosomes.
Because I'm a math and science girl.
I may not be able to spell or write, but who needs words when you can have numbers?

But, I'll be honest...
When I said I'm a "math/science" person, I really meant "math."
I seriously suck at the sciences.
Almost as much as I suck at English.
(speaking about sucking in english, do you guys like how I don't always capitalize subjects?)

But, you know what's sad?
I'm not even great at math.
I used to make up my own theorems when working on proofs (Go "given!" Go "reflexive!") , it took me 3 tries to finally pass calculus, and I've forgotten just about everything else.

So, what's the point of all of this?
I'm not even sure, myself.
There is no moral to this tale.
Oh, no wait, I got one:

Moral: When you suck at something, just lie and hope that no one finds out. Oh, and don't write an entry in your blog about it either... that'll totally blow your cover.