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1. Math. Geometry and algebra? Hell, I can barely multiply. 2+2=4? If you say so. The college entrance people tore out their hair because of me: I took the old SAT three times, scored 740, 760, and 780 on the Verbal, respectively, and never once broke 500 on the Math-- the closest I got was 490, and that was after taking the Princeton Review for the SAT Math. I scored 340 on the GRE Math, and they give you like 200 just for signing your name right.
2. Most kinds of sports. Although to be fair, never cared enough about them to try much. Exceptions: I learned enough bits and pieces of different martial arts to be able to punch and block and evade and such, and I use it all blended together as a meditative routine. Also, I can fight well with broadsword and quarterstaff.
3. Dance. When I used to do musical theater, the choreographer called me a "triple threat:" a threat to the art of dance, to my own safety, and to everyone around me.
4. Losing weight. I inherited the world's most abysmal metabolism, on both sides. I can exercise like hell, cut carbs, calories, fats, or anything else, and nothing really happens. Metabolism never speeds up, and never burns much off.
5. Playing guitar and piano. Tried both. Sucked at both. I have short, stubby fingers that are incredibly bad for chording and reaches. I did manage to pick up some musical skill in attempting to learn the harp, though. I should really pick that up again.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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