I needed help to find the centroids but was always on the right track, and all the errors I made were silly ones, like deciding that (5Pi – 10) equals (Pi – 2). I dared to imagine that I knew what I was doing. It occurs to me that many math operations that once discouraged me nigh unto mental illness (integration by parts, trig sub) I now find to be fairly simple.
After 5 hours of math homework (Thursday and Friday are my catch-up days), I went to the college library. I wanted an Arthur Machen book and a math history book. The history of math and science is my new kick, largely thanks to my calculus instructor’s fascinating asides about the great mathematicians. As I walked to the history of math section of the library, there among the math-stacks was a young black man. Just kind of hanging out and browsing.
Moments like these make me happy. Math and science is our club, too mine and his. Wrongs can get righted one person at a time.