It’s remarkable, and horrifying. I went to a reunion at my middle school while I was in college (why, I can’t really say. I shouldn’t have bothered), and my most frequent tormentors were so genuinely happy to see me, I was almost starting to doubt my memory of the experience. I think it’s just a function of how people tend to romanticize their own memories, and they just edited out the details of how they treated you, and just have fond memories of which you are a part, regardless of whether the memories are happy for you or not.
…I have been sitting here dreaming up a host of Hunger Games math questions.
Luke, this is your fault.
Excuse me. That is absolutely a productive use of your time.
I’m just so…so happy!
(Also, please feel free to share any and all Hunger Games maths problems my way! I promise I’ll make good use of them!)
I don’t have the burden of all the work a teacher has to do. You tell me what concepts you’re doing and I’ll write you some more useful ones!
(One of them involved finding the length of a side of a right triangle to determine whether Katniss should shoot from a tree at another tribute…and then I realized that’s awfully violent for a math problem.)
That’s still more useful than the first one I came up with, which involved calculus for determining the flight of an arrow shot by Katniss. Violent and useless outside of AP!
Although I might be able to help come up with probability questions re: the odds ever being in Person X’s favor…