It’s been exactly 20 days since my last A-Level exam.
And honestly? I thought I’d feel free. But instead, I’ve been left with this strange, heavy emptiness, a kind of grief almost. It feels as if I’ll never be able to enjoy learning again, or find anything that lights me up the way maths once did.

Anyone who knows me well knows I’m not a fan of writing essays. And yet, here I am — writing my first entry for a maths blog I decided to start a few weeks ago.

For me, this blog is more than just a way to share my interest in maths. It’s a way to reconnect with the joy my 13-year-old self felt when she first discovered what it meant to truly love learning after reading the graphics novel Logicomix. Following the adventures of Bertrand Russell and his encounters with the problems in the book fascinated me. It made me realise that studying mathematics is a lifelong journey of discovery, where the true value lies not in the answers themselves, but in the adventure of seeking them.

This blog is my attempt to rekindle that spark, not just in theory, but in life.

If you’re reading this, I hope you find something here that resonates. Whether that’s excitement, hope, or just the comforting sense that someone else gets what you’re going through.

Until the next ε > 0,