Walked into a swarm of mathletes this evening on my way through Ryerson campus. Either a math exam had just let out or it was the saddest excuse for Friday night conversaton I’ve ever had to overhear. I heard words and phrases like, “proofs,” “co-efficients,” and “I got negative 130” being bandied about as though it were an exciting sports recap. If my eyes hadn’t glazed over and my brain hadn’t gone into immediate shut down (my automatic response to math), I might have found it almost amusing.
(Originally posted November 18, 2011 on Facebook)