If I pass this class with a fragment of my right brain intact, I'm going to drink heavily and hope everything but it drowns.
Lets see if I can quantify that in discrete math. For all portions of my right brain, for all cells corrupted by discrete math, there exists a quantity of alcohol sufficient to snuff them.
Hrm, but then I risk obliterating my right brain completely.
If there is anything I've learned from math, it is that many functions have inverses; functions that undo what the original function does. Discrete math is a class and a class has a function. Is there a class which undoes discrete math? overt poetry? unified sculpture? holistic theology? Or is discrete math a chronic, contagious condition that all engineers, scientists, and arithmeticians contract from their professors and pass on to future pupils?
Let P(there) = light at the end of the tunnel!