When Snan and I were children, I would sometimes tell her stories (I wasn't evil all the time, everyone needs a break now and then). Her favorites were always the Stupid Ali stories, with subjects like "that time Ali walked into the door" and "Ali's public attempt to use stairs ends very badly."
I thought of the Stupid Ali stories yesterday afternoon, during a routine ultrasound to estimate the baby's size (why they think mothers-to-be need to know exactly how many pounds of human they'll be pushing out... I'm not sure why they do it, but apparently it's a thing). After being bizarrely shocked at the baby's "large" size (on track to be about 7-8.5 pounds, just like all his/her/its sisters), the ultrasound tech turned the screen to show me a shot of the face.
My reaction: "Wow, it looks just like a baby!"
The ultrasound tech very kindly nodded as if I'd said something profound, rather than saying what I would have said, namely, "Lady, what the hell did you think was in there???"
***
Which reminds me of the time that I was around eight months pregnant with D, and Adi (who had just turned 3) decided that she, too, was pregnant. With twins. Twin sheep.
***
So I finally found someone to tutor me in Infi 2.
It was actually very, very hard to find someone, despite living in what's basically math geek central. It turns out that almost everyone who works as a math tutor doesn't feel confident teaching infi 2, and almost everyone who's taken infi 2 has no interest in teaching (/ability to teach) the material. Yes, I realize that this probably isn't a good sign regarding the course itself.
Anyway. This week, during our third tutoring session, the tutor looked at some of the work I'd done and said in a somewhat surprised tone, "You really do like math, don't you?"
Well, yes. Just not at the end of the semester. And even less so after what should have been the end of the semester, when I'm spending my "semester break" preparing for the "OK, moron, we'll give you one more chance" round of finals.
To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised that my non-hatred of math managed to shine through as early as the third meeting.
(and on that note - back to improper integrals... )
I thought of the Stupid Ali stories yesterday afternoon, during a routine ultrasound to estimate the baby's size (why they think mothers-to-be need to know exactly how many pounds of human they'll be pushing out... I'm not sure why they do it, but apparently it's a thing). After being bizarrely shocked at the baby's "large" size (on track to be about 7-8.5 pounds, just like all his/her/its sisters), the ultrasound tech turned the screen to show me a shot of the face.
My reaction: "Wow, it looks just like a baby!"
The ultrasound tech very kindly nodded as if I'd said something profound, rather than saying what I would have said, namely, "Lady, what the hell did you think was in there???"
***
Which reminds me of the time that I was around eight months pregnant with D, and Adi (who had just turned 3) decided that she, too, was pregnant. With twins. Twin sheep.
***
So I finally found someone to tutor me in Infi 2.
It was actually very, very hard to find someone, despite living in what's basically math geek central. It turns out that almost everyone who works as a math tutor doesn't feel confident teaching infi 2, and almost everyone who's taken infi 2 has no interest in teaching (/ability to teach) the material. Yes, I realize that this probably isn't a good sign regarding the course itself.
Anyway. This week, during our third tutoring session, the tutor looked at some of the work I'd done and said in a somewhat surprised tone, "You really do like math, don't you?"
Well, yes. Just not at the end of the semester. And even less so after what should have been the end of the semester, when I'm spending my "semester break" preparing for the "OK, moron, we'll give you one more chance" round of finals.
To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised that my non-hatred of math managed to shine through as early as the third meeting.
(and on that note - back to improper integrals... )
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