Bee Hive//WIP

Wherever we go and whatever we do, numbers are everywhere. My date of birth is a number. My age is a number. My father's glasses are decorated with tiny numbers. Mathematics can be found in every aspect of our life. Dad has always been saying that only someone who understands physics and mathematics can understand the way our world works. Only a good mathematician can handle life and every surprise that goes with it.

No matter what the subject of our conversation is, my father always uses Maths to prove his point.

Bee, if we get you a dog, it will multiply the dirt in our house by ten. Besides, a dog's barking produces huge acoustic waves which might be harmful for our hearing.

Bee, if you want to keep your brains in order and understand Mathematics better, you need to tidy your room first, because a mess there is a reflection of the mess you have in your head right now.

These quotes are not entirely accurate because his phrases usually include more mathematical slang and honestly, I can't remember them. He always keeps talking about Maths and sometimes it gets pretty tiring. I even owe my peculiar name to his obsession with Maths. My mother wanted it to be Lee. But dad thought that I should be named Beta (like a very important letter in Mathematics). So eventually they decided to mix both names and this was how they came up with Bee. I like bees because they are beautiful. But some people are not fond of these insects and my name makes them feel uncomfortable around me.

Everyone would probably expect me to be a Maths prodigy, but I am exactly the opposite. Studying is nice, mathematics is probably amazing... However, I am not my father. And maybe I don't even want to be a scientist.

I am angry with Maths most of the time. Whenever I try to understand it, numbers lull me to sleep. I can't stay awake long enough to cope even with one small topic. And when I wake up, I find out that I've forgotten everything I managed to learn and I have to start over. Then I just sit in my wardrobe crying. And then I go to my dad and ask him to explain. After that, he starts talking and once again my brain turns off halfway through the explanation, but I pretend to be awake. Then I say that everything is clear because I don't want him to be upset and just copy everything he wrote. The next day I hand in my homework and get an excellent mark. When we have tests in Maths, I try to bribe one of the smart guys with a chocolate and they let me copy their tasks or at least half of them, so I get normal grades. I have short periods when my head suddenly gets incredibly productive and I can stay focused for longer than usual. When it happens, I can see how wonderful Mathematics actually is. My favorite part of it is geometry. Logarithms are also great and equations are okay, I guess... But these periods of mathematical success are usually over before I have time to catch up on everything I've missed. I am always behind.