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February 9th, 2006The trick about having a degree in math is that I only really want to use it to do more math. Monstertrak.com is teaming with hedge fund and investment banking jobs, but I don’t want to do finance math. I want to teach. Divia and I have agreed to go to education grad school after we get our primary PhDs. Berkely has that program combing math, cognition and general relatvity that I occassionally harp about. And I’m a fan of Piaget and Vygotsky. Sounds like fun. But more than the math, I don’t want to wear a suit. At least not daily.
A few weeks ago I dreamt — How often to do you see a t following an m that isn’t an abbreviation for mount, Matthew, or meitnerium? — that I was back in high school, specifically in Latin class. And I had to give a synopsis of the verb sum, esse; to be. Everything was fine until I got to the future tense. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember the first person future. The hour of class passed, and it still escaped me. By now I was physically upset. Sweat ran down the front and sides my head. Then, just as the bell was about to ring, I remembered, incorrectly though I was sure at the time it was quite right, erabo, I will be. Later I checked my mistake. For all of those of you out there, including the numerous phychiatrists and psychologist who frequent my blog, rather than erabo Romans would probably have said ero. Use it wisely.
