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| I loved my early math days, back when I was first discovering calculus. Then I got to the University of Illinois which somehow managed to gather the world’s worst and least understandable math instructors, all in one place. After a particularly horrible semester of both discrete math and calculus III, I gave up.
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| Now, I was a U of I student, so of course I couldn’t sell my over-$100 textbook back and it sat on my bookshelf collecting dust for about three years. The shelf has moved, but the book’s still on it as I speak.
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| I miss math. I’m sick, I know, but I do. I love the kind of thinking it forces upon you, completely different from my job or languages or reading (all of which are awesome, but I’m obsessed with exercising my mind in every way possible for fear of mental atrophy).
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| So I endeavor to rediscover my mad math skills and attempt to drive myself through my dust catcher monster of a Calculus text book. By December 31, 2006, I will have reached the halfway mark.
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