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Do parents really make their kids go to Calculus Camp? I couldn't believe my eyes when I rode past Gunn High School in Palo Alto today. I had to pull over the bike and get this shot. My wife Amanda went to Gunn back in the day.
As opposed to definite calculus? (Once again, I think these leaves look like nightmares from college mathematics.)
This elegant installation pays homage to the work that insects do in nature; it is strung with white ceramic pods that may serve as habitat. The sisal strings, if left to nature would eventually provide forage and nesting material.
Photo by Jefferson Mok
This elegant installation pays homage to the work that insects do in nature; it is strung with white ceramic pods that may serve as habitat. The sisal strings, if left to nature, would eventually provide forage and nesting material.
Photo by Lisa Kinoshita
Was trying to teach Da-In what a limit is in Calculus, but I don't think it went too well. Day 1130 of project.
Oh look, the calculus book in which I failed to use in order to do my homework the night before school starts again.
Calculus 2, taught by Justin Hoffmeier, held class outside in College Park Sept. 4. 2020. (Photo by Todd Weddle | Northwest Missouri State University)
sometimes i wonder where i'd be. what i'd be doing. what if all my life's investments were a success. i had all the passion in the world to touch things and make it understood. driven by commitment to gather as much of this world as possible. dreaming of that so perfect plan. but these dreams become merely nightmares in my world. the thought of them alone can destroy one into nothing. i've used the word failure over and over again. maybe that was wrong. failure would mean giving up. although giving up has crossed my mind a million times... i'm still here. perhaps dumping my life in garbage bins was what i needed. as painful as it was... how sad things felt... it's done now. holding onto the past has ruined me in more ways so then i know it. but i knew this before. my successes in life have always been incomplete. some way, some how. they were always incomplete. so using the word failure was wrong of me. but it was always a nice way to beat yourself up.
*83 was the second highest in the class of about 150 students. the student with the highest grade was a full time student, as was i with a full time job as well. RG was more than surprised to find that out... he felt bad afterwards about question 6 and offered to remark it. i declined.