I have spent the past two days manically brushing up on my maths and analysis skills in readiness for psychometric tests. I am due to take a couple as part of job applications but because I have left the majority of my maths skill to gather dust the task is proving to be quite tiresome. As I sit up at all hours recapping and trying to rehash the very basic yet very forgotten rules and patterns in maths and data analysis I cant help but remember my dads constant nagging about how important math skill is. Back at GCSE and A Level I couldn’t wait to see the back of numbers and start my Literature degree but now reality has set in and I have found that there is no escaping the special subject.
This is by no means a complaint its just now as I hurt my brain pulling and picking at every tiny piece of knowledge and skill I once had, I wish that I had listened to my dad and brushed up on the skills every so often. So amidst the feelings of self pity and hope that I will get grips to the materials in time, I have decided that life would be a lot easier if I just listened to my parents…
Back to studying.