I was going to tell you all a little about the fundamental theorem of arithmetic, but I've decided to save it for later this weekend when the psychology stuff begins to drive me around the bend. Instead I have for you more of my favorite poetry.
In my junior and senior years of high school, I had an English teacher who (probably inadvertently) taught me to learn about the things I love and do it with passion. He loved poetry. He'd act out a poem as he recited and get incredibly excited. One day he got a little carried away. He had one of those old wooden office chairs that twirled around and was on wheels. In a fit of excitement, he threw himself into the chair, pushed off from the desk, and flew across the room, through the open door, and slammed across the hall almost taking out the principal. In the spring, he read e.e. cummings' poem "in Just-" and jumped in imaginary mud puddles.
So, to celebrate the arrival of spring (finally), here is the poem I most associate with spring.
when the world is mud-
little lame baloonman
whistles far and wee
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
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