Earlier this semester, I enrolled in Music 070 in an effort to con my way out of Penn’s quantitative data requirement. It’s one of the few eligible classes not in the math department, so I figured I’d breeze through the course and maybe pick up some beat-boxing skills on the way.
But alas, my plan failed miserably — I should’ve known I was doomed when I listed “Alicia Keys” as my all-time favorite composer. While everyone else in the class seemed to pick up complex rhythms and time signatures with ease, I was left giggling whenever someone said pianist. So I dropped the course and that was that.
This is not to say, however, that I hate Penn for making me suffer through an inevitable semester of math. I’m slowly starting to realize how important math is to every situation; I can’t even pay my tuition bill without adding together some huge numbers.
