If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck…

I always had a thing for numbers so mathematics was sort of fun for me...then I got into uni and instead of numbers with a sprinkling of alphabets / symbols, it became alphabets / symbols with a sprinkling of numbers. Right after Calculus II, my math courses grades started to take an interesting trajectory. I'd … Continue reading If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck…

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Where did you learn what you know?

A few answers that probably come to mind are 'school / college / whatchumacalit those four walls in which tutoring is administered / on the streets / self-taught'. Lately I've been wondering how exactly I've been able to speak my tribal language. I don't remember being sat in a class to be taught how to … Continue reading Where did you learn what you know?

I put a plaster over wounds that required deep cleaning and stitches. Why, you ask? It was all I had, all I could do, so I could keep moving beyond the pain. But the wounds are there, healed on the surface, but manifesting as a constant simmer of anger just below. I'm hurt, let me … Continue reading