Story

Taking a break from figuring out routes I was skiing along on a spring day I saw an acorn sprouting. I asked him what his expression would be when he grows up and he said: “Gee, I’m a Tree”. Fine mathematician, I thought. Upon rounding the bend I saw some old clothing like stuff floating in a pool. Sure enough it was Algae Bra. (Don’t ask any Trig. questions). I then stopped and listened to some trees telling jokes. Something about some nerdy guy with Square Roots. Their laughter in unison was so moving that they got a good Logarithm going. (They say that global warming doesn’t affect the brain, but you couldn’t prove it by me).

3 Responses to “Story”

1. Jenny says:

I’m quite fond of math jokes…

There are 10 kinds of people: those who understand binary and those who don’t.

A derivative gets on bus and says “Hey, everybody off the bus, now!” But one guy doesn’t move, so he walks up to the guy and says “I told you, get off the bus!” The guy just sits there and says, “Chill, I’m e to the x.”

What do female math nerds go to see at the beach? Tangents.

And Mr. Elliot Lee, some pick up lines for the ladies:

I wish I were an integral, so I could be the space under your curves.

I’d like to be your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.

Were you aware that searching “usc rhp” on google yields your site ahead of usc’s site? Good luck with applying. (Though in this instance, luck, or rather favorably probability is not really an issue, as your intelligence/abilities/achievements certainly affect the outcome)

2. Elliot Lee says:

Thanks Jenny. It has been over a year since you wrote that comment, so I think it’s highly unlikely that you’re reading this. But in case you are, I’d like to say that it’s really amazing how much has changed in the past year, how far we’ve come.

I really want to get to know you better. We’ve talked some, but not enough. You’re an awesome person and, I think, most likely to be interested in what I’m interested in. Because I’ve always had a difficult time finding nerds like me, which sometimes drives me into relative isolation.