I
was a total kiss ass in my calc class freshman year. After class I'd
tell my professor math jokes like "Why don't math majors go to frat
parties? Because they don't like to drink and derive." It was getting
to the point where I seriously considered bringing her an apple to
class.
If I could go back and redo things, I'd come to class with this math clock around my neck. It would also make a good cheat sheet, providing that the answers were between 1 and 12. That was the last math class I took so I never had a need for the math clock Laurleen posted, which is far more involved.
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