Oh, and no one taught us any songs. We just had to know it (by memorizing it any way we could). Um, uphill, and in the snow.

Oh, and no one taught us any songs.

Me neither! Brutally unfair. And none of the kids here seem to have heard it either, so I'm going to be spreading the gospel of math jingles.

I hate feeling so ignorant of math. It's such a huge part of science, and I might as well be looking at Swahili as look at anything beyond basic algebra. I wonder if there's a way to go to the local community college and say, "I want to take Math as a Second Language."

I'm fascinated by higher math that uses letters for numbers (I'm thinking specifically of the numbers e and i), but it makes something in my brain short-circuit when I try to actually learn it beyond what i stands for.

When I first learned that discrete math exists, it was via a conversation, so I didn't know it was "discrete," not "discreet," and I commented that it must be a bunch of numbers in trench coats and fedoras lurking in dark alleys.

And THAT, my friends, is why Teppy will never be a mathematician. I like imagining their inner lives too much.

a bunch of numbers in trench coats and fedoras lurking in dark alleys.

Teppy - those sound like covert numbers, not discreet ones.

::runs away::

ETA ::but returns to point to the story of my last math exam evar, in which I was asked to state why the square root of i was irrational. Five paragraphs and a definition of reality/rationality later..."::

I like imagining their inner lives too much.

"The inner life of Pi: not a cookbook"

It's a winner waiting to be written.

"The inner life of Pi: not a cookbook"

"Pi: Not Dessert, Bitches!!!"

"Planck's Constant: Mrs. Planck relieved"

Which is actually a rip-off from a line from a Barbara Hambly book.

"I've Got Avogadro's Number"