When You Meet a Mathematical Genius

I suggest you to read this article. it’s one of those contents that when I read it, I say to myself if I wanted to write something about the issue, it would be this article.

Everybody makes DATA

how not to be wrong

“Athletes don’t quit their sport just because one of their teammates outshines them. And yet I see promising young mathematicians quit every year, even though they love mathematics, because someone in their range of vision was ahead of them.”

[How not to be wrong, Jordan Ellenberg]

I know this is a little bit off the topic (and the style) of this blog but I would like to write this post for kids/students who want to be a future mathematician. In my life, I have met several mathematical geniuses equipped with complete mathematical skill sets, intuition, reasoning, and creativity. Many people may think that geniuses are not willing to work hard but all the geniuses I met before put their whole energy into solving some mathematical problems always. Hence, when I had met them, I had felt that there is NO chance to defeat such kinds of geniuses and had felt…

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Impossible Is Impossible

Impossible things could never be imagined. When you imagine something, it means it is possible. And if you have never catch what you have imagine (as a dream) it only means you have never tried enough. Impossible is impossible. Easy is not an option! It’s not easy but it is possible. So never give up until you do it.

I Went To Jail Storytime!

such an interesting story. you may also like it. I invite you to read it and I hope you too enjoy it. as I did.

Storytimes&Discussions

It was June 5th, 2018. I had just turned 25. This day was my aunt’s birthday, so we started partying early in the day at about 3 PM. We started the fun with a “smoke” and a fifth of Hornitos tequila. We drank and talked for about two hours, then my aunt had to leave for plans with her friends. At this point, it was about 5:30 PM and I was buzzed and ready to continue partying. I grab my phone and call my uncle. He invites me over to chill and smoke some hookah. This was music to my inebriated ears. I grab my car keys, grab a bottle of Titos vodka from the store and head over. When I get there, my uncle and his girlfriend are smoking hookah and playing Uno. I grab a seat and join the fun. We do shots, play cards and smoke hookah…

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