I walked into the oh-so familiar atmosphere of the place I so deeply dreaded. I found it so irritatingly ironic how such a torturous place could be painted such a bright and cheery like yellow. Where am I you may wonder? Why where else but my math class.
I shifted one slowly to take my seat, looking back at the door, wondering whether or not to make a run for it; noticing Mr. Miller’s glare I decide not to. Heaving a heavy sigh, I take my seat right at the back, avoiding his menacing glare and buried my head into my hoodie.
“Good morning class!” exclaimed Mr. Miller in his thick Lanky accent.
“Good morning Mr. Miller“, droned the rest of the class, except me. It was never a good morning when first period was math.
“Today we’ll be starting with a new chapter; Algebra Two!” A wave of groans filled the classroom, inclusive of mine. How could one man possibly be THAT excited about alphabets and numbers? Did he have that boring of a life?
“Now now class, it’s not that difficult”, ‘Lies’ I had thought to myself, “And at the end of the week we shall a test on the topic, so pay attention. Let’s begin; please turn to page two hundred and fifty two; quadratic equations. Now the basic form of a quadratic equation ax squared plus bx plus c”… And with that I slowly felt myself drifting in uncontrollable trance of sleep. Everything became blackly oblivious to me.
“Wake up boy! Wake up!” shouted an extremely unfamiliar voice who was vigorously shaking me.
“I’m up! I’m up!” I shouted back now standing, only to have an elderly looking man staring at me. His hair was grey and frizzy that much resembled something between a ginormous dust bunny and an expired mound of candy floss; with his odd hair came an even odder, matching mustache. His face was a map of wrinkles; weathered; only adding to the age of his physical appearance. He was dressed in a dark wool sweater and sand-colored khaki’s with impeccably polished brown dress shoes; remembering the exact same shoes I wear for church.
“Who are you?” I asked after what seemed like forever. He pointed to the bulletin board behind me where pictures of famous people in mathematics were pinned. Euler, Pythagoras… and then there was Einstein. I looked back and for between him and his picture only to wonder ‘Have I gone insane?’
The world’s most intellectual being in history was standing right in front of me.
“EINSTEIN! Its you!” He smiled coyly.
“Yes, yes it’s me. But enough about me; why were you napping in math Brian?” It was only then I realized we were the only two people in the classroom.
“Where is everybody?”
“That’s not important! Answer my question first.” I raised my eyebrow at him, yet proceeded to answer.
“Because its math,” I said shrugging.
The expression that came over his face at that moment was unforgettable. It was like a mix of shock and astonishment.
“What do you mean ‘because its just math?”
It was amusing that one of the planet’s smartest people on Earth – someone who has been responsible for many of the most complex and complicated of breakthroughs and theories, and a winner of the Nobel prize – couldn’t possibly comprehend the simplest answers I had just given him.
“It’s boring, it’s pointless and when am I EVER going to use it in life?” I stressed on the ‘ever’ part. I mean honestly, if I had to save someone from a burning building I’m not going to use a quadratic equation am I?
He gasped like he was having a heart-attack. For a split second, I thought I had killed this elderly genius a second time. And then I apprehended that he just couldn’t grasp what I had just said. Was I speaking in tongues? This really wasn’t that hard to understand.
He ensued to collect himself and said: “My dear boy what do you want to do with your life?”
I thought to myself and smiled. “I want to become a dancer!”
“Show me some of your dance steps.”
I advanced to show him a move. This rush came over my body; a rhythm like no other flowed through it. Dancing was my passion; it filled my soul like nothing else. “Five, six, seven, eight,” I counted as he watched, mesmerized.
He brought his hands together and clapped, joy in his eyes.
“Very, very good. But what was that you were just doing there?”
“And what is counting?”
I stared at him and slowly said “Math?”
“Good. Now if I know two dance steps and you teach me another two steps, how many do I know?” He wrote ‘2+2=?’ on the board. I watched at him, wondering what he was trying to prove to me.
“Easy. You know four.”
“Wonderful! Now if I replace one of the twos with an ‘x’ what’s my answer?”
“Your answer is still four…” I still couldn’t quite distinguish what the point of this exercise was.
“That is algebra. See, my dear boy, the reason you find math so complex, confusing and boring is because no one has ever taught you to appreciate it. No one has ever taught you to beauty of math.”
It suddenly all made sense. The reason no one enjoyed dancing unless it was in a movie was because no understand the creative expression behind it; the message it was trying to send or why it was being portrayed in a certain way.
I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when Einstein exclaimed “Let’s do another!”
Hours later, waves of graphs and an endless mound of x’s and y’s filled the black board. There was barely any place left. I gazed at what I accomplished so far. Things I had so desperately struggled to understood, and achieve for years were taught to me in a matter of hours. Everything finally made sense.
All that was left was a quadratic equation. I scrawled my answer in what little space was left.
“EUREKA! By God, my dear boy you’ve done it! You’ve done it!” At the moment, the greatest man in world hugged me. But only to drop a heavy math textbook on my foot.
“Ow!” I shrieked.
“Brian, Brian are you OK? Brian, Brian…”
“Brian, Brian, wake up boy! Class is over!” Have you been sleeping this entire time?”
I looked up, dazed, completely star-struck to see my math teacher and not Einstein to be in front of me. If looks could kill, Mr. Millers would have been a dictator with his.
The next week I received my math test scores. I had gotten a B. I couldn’t remember the last time I got one at least in math.
“Well I’m very surprised Brian. Did you cheat? Or have you been going for extra lessons somewhere?”
“No sir I didn’t cheat. And yes I did take an extra lesson. From Einstein.”
I smiled and looked back at the picture of Einstein on the bulletin board. I could have sworn he winked at me.
Link to Glog: http://simraha.edu.glogster.com/english-formative-assessment
I just think this is marvelous.
afghan volunteers distribute balloons for the ‘we believe in balloons’ campaign, a public art project organised by yazmany arboleda, in which 10,000 biodegradable pink ‘peace’ balloons were handed out in kabul on may 28, 2013 to bring some fun and creativity to the city. the taliban was not happy with it. photo massoud hossaini
HOW I LOST MY GLASSES
Dear People of Tumblr who are jobless enough to follow me,
Your are lame pieces of fat rotten potatoes dipped in pigeon poop. Now, go wash your hands. Because the world is nice place to live and penguins are angry people too. I sometimes threaten to kill everyone but I am unable to move the polar bears out off my head. AHHHH PLEASE HLEP ME!! The unicorns are vomitting rainbows… Please I don’t want skittles. It’s all pooping out! The skittles!!! Blehhhhhhh. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA….. Now I’m losing it…… hahaha its just a game. u thoght i lost something else bt my team lost…
“Hahahaha, oh why thank you random fan :*
Love you mostestest. <3OMG *.*
So recently, I’ve had the absolute amazing privilege of hosting a TEDx event (TEDxYouth@Winchester). There were many, spectacular talks on a array of different topics from neuroscience to morality to education.
But the one above, has to be my favorite; 'What if everyone knew they were artists?'
Think you can’t paint? Think you have to draw a perfect circle to be an artist? Think again. The talk above perfectly describes how that art nowadays is confined to the ‘able.’ She explores and paints a stunning picture of what the world would be like if art was not confined. An absolutely inspiring talk by an even more inspiring person!
An absolute must-watch to anyone and EVERYONE! :D
'Imagine a world of artists. What a beautiful world that would be.'
This touched my heart
- John: So, I was thinking of writing of this two teenagers who fall in love with each other
- Cassandra: Yes, but their love is impossible. Because...
- John: The boy is 23 and the girl is 15 years old, yes?
- Cassandra: Great! And the boy is really hot
- John: So hot even other guys are attracted to him
- Cassandra: And finally the boy and the girl can get together
- John: But suddenly, he dies
- Cassandra: YOU GENIUS! And what does the girl do?
- John: She kills herself because it was too much to take?
- Cassandra: Oh my God this book is gonna sell so much!
- John: People will love it!
Above is an image of a mesmerizing star cluster named Jewel Box. Also known as NGC 4755, it is a spectacular sparkling open cluster located in the constellation of crux and is visible as a faint smudge with the naked eye. About 6440 light years away, This cluster is one of the youngest known, with an estimated age of “only” 14 million years old. It was very beautifully and appropriately described by Sir John Herschel as “a casket of variously colored precious stones,”.
Even more interesting is that this so called young cluster is home to a super-giant (the orange star in the photograph). Kappa Crucis, as it is called, is in its red super-giant stage which means that very soon, its life will draw to an end.
"I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being."
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Isn’t it just amazing how fast time flies?
I can’t really quite digest the fact its November - two months since I’ve started tenth grade, five months since I turned 14 and exactly a year ago I was probably feeling the same way wondering how I was in ninth grade.
I can’t help but bask in wonder and think to myself how incredibly fast life is moving. Sometimes, I actually feel as if life is just a speeding train and I’m just running to catch up; does it ever feel like that for you?
Mungo Thomson - Negative Space (2006)