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I realized how sad my life is when I found myself reading a graduate mathematics reference text for pleasure on a Friday night.
I realized how sad my life is when I found myself reading a graduate mathematics reference text for pleasure on a Friday night.
I'm so terrible at math that my precalculus teacher had me write an essay about why I'm terrible at math so I wouldn't fail the class.
As I looked at my old lecture notes, a doctoral thesis in math and physics, I realized: nothing will ever make me feel smart.