One of my favorite professors literally convinced me to like learning math and pursue a degree in physics in a single conversation by doing nothing more than being a huge fucking nerd about diffraction lenses when he saw me goofing off with one in lab instead of paying attention. The lenses had nothing to do with class and we never did any math, and yet instead of snapping “eyes front” at me like most teachers, he derailed teaching the actual course for no other reason than to talk about something we both just thought was cool as shit. He cared more about teaching me what I wanted to learn than anything else and, as an accidental result, 180 my entire academic career.
That and we both agree that canned peas are an abomination sent from the depths of hell entirely unfit for consumption by any living creature.
I had to learn math out of desperation. Unbeknownst to me because I had terrible math teachers, I had a natural talent for math.
It wasn’t until I joined the military after high school that the military discovered my math abilities on the ASVAB and put me in a job that required a lot of math.
Every class for my job had an intense amount of math that gained significant difficulty with each passing grade. It was either pass the class or get reclassed to a guaranteed terrible job not of your choosing.
Grinding out math became my only focus for 10-12 hours a day out of fear of severe penalty
Made me wish I had decent math teachers back in school, I felt like I was operating with a handicap
One of my favorite professors literally convinced me to like learning math and pursue a degree in physics in a single conversation by doing nothing more than being a huge fucking nerd about diffraction lenses when he saw me goofing off with one in lab instead of paying attention. The lenses had nothing to do with class and we never did any math, and yet instead of snapping “eyes front” at me like most teachers, he derailed teaching the actual course for no other reason than to talk about something we both just thought was cool as shit. He cared more about teaching me what I wanted to learn than anything else and, as an accidental result, 180 my entire academic career.
That and we both agree that canned peas are an abomination sent from the depths of hell entirely unfit for consumption by any living creature.
It’s great when a professor can be inspirational
I had to learn math out of desperation. Unbeknownst to me because I had terrible math teachers, I had a natural talent for math.
It wasn’t until I joined the military after high school that the military discovered my math abilities on the ASVAB and put me in a job that required a lot of math.
Every class for my job had an intense amount of math that gained significant difficulty with each passing grade. It was either pass the class or get reclassed to a guaranteed terrible job not of your choosing.
Grinding out math became my only focus for 10-12 hours a day out of fear of severe penalty
Made me wish I had decent math teachers back in school, I felt like I was operating with a handicap