The pun is a bit of a groaner, but when I ran across this little gem, I knew it was the perfect bag for me and my trusty math markers.
Imagine me as a fairly feisty teenager.
I know. Not that much of a stretch.
But back in those days, as I pondered my place in the world, with specific regard to my college major, I knew two things for sure:
1. I would never be a mathematician like my father.
Dua. I would never be a teacher like my mom.
So when the sirens of accounting and finance beckoned me, I followed, and felt smug satisfaction that - rather than trailing along in my parents' predictable footsteps - I had paved my own particular way in life.
Now, fast forward a few decades and the punch line gains momentum. Not only am I a teacher but I teach mathematics.
Yep. I managed to mash up both parents' professions into one, and claim it for my own.
And even more, I love what I do. Can't imagine any work more deliciously challenging and soul-satisfying than breaking down the rules for exponents for some profoundly disinterested students and eventually coaxing them into caring about what they've learned.
So yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. Life is full of irony and when I look back on the stamping of my scrappy little teenage foot, I understand.
This math joke is definitely on me.
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Playing With A Full Deck
The (Math) Joke's On Me
Sharing Life
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Sweet Inspiration
My Hero
What I Do
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My Deep Gladness
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