SOH
CAH
TOA.
Sine: Opposite over Hypotenuse
Cosine: Adjacent over Hypotenuse
Tangent: Opposite over Adjacent
This should be simple. This is basic tenth grade math. Aidan was a gods forsaken university student. Why was this so hard? Every time he thought he understood it, he never did. And then the teacher moves on and it just gets worse. And with the test coming up, he had no idea what he was going to do. He wouldn't even care if he didn't have to take a final in his university general math class. He didn't understand, maybe the universe decided to position itself just perfectly as to torture Aidan in a flurry of right triangles and ratios and lines? It would have been believable if he was even smart enough to pretend like this was all just too simple for him to understand, but it couldn't be that. He had always struggled in math. And the worst part was that he already learned this stuff back in London, but he was constantly failing that class. He had been happy to be free of trigonometric horror. He never thought he'd be thrown back into it. He would rather be in three musicals at once opening on the same night.
He was crouched over a math book near the center of the library, hoping to find some way to make this all so much easier. Weren't the ancient Greeks obsessed with triangles? It was one of those days where Aidan didn't spend much time on his appearance. He had his glasses on instead of contacts, a loose grey NYU sweatshirt, with red tracksuit pants. He almost went out with just his socks, but instead decided to wear his older white sneakers. He looked like he was going on a run. Or sit on the street with a hat of pennies. He just had study for these stupid tests and none of his friends even went into the library. If he saw them on the way back, screw them anyway. He barely slept. He didn't care. All he wanted was his mum's tea and to delete all triangles from the entire world.
CAH
TOA.
Sine: Opposite over Hypotenuse
Cosine: Adjacent over Hypotenuse
Tangent: Opposite over Adjacent
This should be simple. This is basic tenth grade math. Aidan was a gods forsaken university student. Why was this so hard? Every time he thought he understood it, he never did. And then the teacher moves on and it just gets worse. And with the test coming up, he had no idea what he was going to do. He wouldn't even care if he didn't have to take a final in his university general math class. He didn't understand, maybe the universe decided to position itself just perfectly as to torture Aidan in a flurry of right triangles and ratios and lines? It would have been believable if he was even smart enough to pretend like this was all just too simple for him to understand, but it couldn't be that. He had always struggled in math. And the worst part was that he already learned this stuff back in London, but he was constantly failing that class. He had been happy to be free of trigonometric horror. He never thought he'd be thrown back into it. He would rather be in three musicals at once opening on the same night.
He was crouched over a math book near the center of the library, hoping to find some way to make this all so much easier. Weren't the ancient Greeks obsessed with triangles? It was one of those days where Aidan didn't spend much time on his appearance. He had his glasses on instead of contacts, a loose grey NYU sweatshirt, with red tracksuit pants. He almost went out with just his socks, but instead decided to wear his older white sneakers. He looked like he was going on a run. Or sit on the street with a hat of pennies. He just had study for these stupid tests and none of his friends even went into the library. If he saw them on the way back, screw them anyway. He barely slept. He didn't care. All he wanted was his mum's tea and to delete all triangles from the entire world.