Carl Brannen of â€œMassâ€ has been a regular reader of PRS for some time now, for which I am most grateful. When a reader is also a blogger, I always check out the readerâ€™s blog. As such, I have been keeping an eye on Carlâ€™s blog for a while now. Hereâ€™s the thing. When Carl is speaking English, I like his site. A lot. But Carl often speaks a language with which I have always struggled â€“ and that is the language of MATH.
Check out this post. Yikes!!
I sure wish I packed the gear to understand that stuff, but I harbor no illusions about what I can and cannot do. Itâ€™s a bit like knowing that I shouldnâ€™t mess with chainsaws or wrestle with alligators.
When I was in college (a year or two after the Cro-Magnon Man discovered chopped chuck) I thought of myself as a pretty smart guy. That was until I bumped into CALCULUS. Yes, Peeps, I learned that I wasnâ€™t so smart after all and that calculus was my intellectual master. I broke my ass studying four to five hours per night merely to pass the course. I recall how my knees were buckling on the way to the final exam. My gag reflex fires up even now just thinking about it.