So, I remember, long ago when I was just a young guy in high-school [only a few years. Really.] and I was sitting in Maths class. Nothing violent about that, I know. Whole Mathematical strain can cause severe frustration and combustion in some humans, I am not, nor was I, one of them.
There I was, doing my work, when I came upon a question in my book. It baffled me. Terribly. I read it over a hundred times. Maybe a hundred and two. I read it, analyzing every last letter to see if I was missing something. The question went like this:
'Mr. [X] is a teacher. On Saturday he walked [X amount of] miles. How far did he walk on Sunday?'
X has replaced the unimportant information.
Yes. I know. It's a strange one. I pondered, and pondered, and lost interest, and gained interest again, then pondered some more. Eventually I said 'fuck this' and went to the teacher, book in hand, and showed him the question.
Do you know what he said to me?
He said "I think you're reading too far into it."
WHAT THE HELL!?!!?
Needless to say I had to restrain myself from shoving the fucking book down his throat.
Thoughts?
There I was, doing my work, when I came upon a question in my book. It baffled me. Terribly. I read it over a hundred times. Maybe a hundred and two. I read it, analyzing every last letter to see if I was missing something. The question went like this:
'Mr. [X] is a teacher. On Saturday he walked [X amount of] miles. How far did he walk on Sunday?'
X has replaced the unimportant information.
Yes. I know. It's a strange one. I pondered, and pondered, and lost interest, and gained interest again, then pondered some more. Eventually I said 'fuck this' and went to the teacher, book in hand, and showed him the question.
Do you know what he said to me?
He said "I think you're reading too far into it."
WHAT THE HELL!?!!?
Needless to say I had to restrain myself from shoving the fucking book down his throat.
Thoughts?