Math and Why in the world am I taking it?

I was taught when I was young that life was meant to be enjoyed, but that didn't always mean that it would be easy. I am now in Calculus for a third time, and I have invested 1200 dollars and 18 months of my life to pass a class I care so very little for. I recall a scripture that says we should not spend our money for that which is of no worth. I hope I'm not in too much trouble with the man upstairs for wasting his money on this good for nothing class three times. I hate it. I hate math. Can I tell you how much? I look forward with great anticipation to the day when I can hock my calculator. I'll take the money I sell it for and go buy a book that's on my list. And I'll learn something useful. Something real. Go ahead, engineers. Tell me that my life revolves around math. Maybe yours does. And I'm truly glad there are those who know it and can apply it well. I am not one of those people. I like ideas. I like people, words, feelings, conversations, and laughter. I have never felt anything good for math. I have never laughed at math. "So I says to the guy, yeah it's actually the square root of 1!" Have you ever heard this punchline? Nor have I. I am going to leave this rock a better place than I found it, and I have a nagging suspicion it will have very little to do with math at all.