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Like someone who could do math [Nov. 24th, 2008|07:11 pm]
Lindsey Kuper
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Back in undergrad, I used to get excited when I got a grade better than a D on a math test. I did badly on exams right on up through linear algebra. In retrospect, it wasn't that I disliked math, and it wasn't that I wasn't trying. It was more like the whole thing was in a foreign language, one that I didn't even know how to ask "¿Cómo se dice...?" in.

I understood some of what went on in linear, but things didn't really start to come together until I took combinatorics. I kept waiting for the incomprehensible part of the course to start, as had happened in every other math course sooner or later. It kept on being comprehensible -- hard, but comprehensible. Then, one day, I went to my professor's office to ask a question about something or other, and an amazing thing happened that I'll always remember: she treated me like someone who could do math.

After that, I began to make a point of hanging around the department lounge with my combos book, so that the other professors would see that I was still doing math despite their best efforts. The following year, I took CSC 341, which was cross-listed as a math course. One afternoon early in the semester, I went to my professor's office hours to ask a question. I ended up waiting in the hallway for a while because one of my classmates was already there talking with him. As their conversation floated out into the hallway, I suddenly realized that they were talking about the same problem I was having trouble with, and furthermore, I could understand them. I could actually understand a math conversation between native speakers! It was so exciting! I don't remember exactly what happened next, but I think that when the other student left, I bounced in there and blurted something like, "Yeah! I see what you mean about the frobnicating foobar!" Dr. Stone may have been a little taken aback.

When I could finally speak the language, it was a joy every day. And I was surprised how many computer scientists there seemed to be who viewed it as a chore. I feared that I would be mistaken for one of those people. That's one reason why when I came here, failing the theory qual was so troubling. It wasn't so much that I thought I deserved to pass. It was that I was afraid that I had blown a chance to get the people at IU to see that I actually really liked math. I wanted to yell, "No, you don't understand! I didn't fail because I don't like it! I'm just not very good at it! Wait, come back! Do-over! Best of three!"

Ahem. So anyway, right now I'm taking B501, the first graduate theory course at IU. Now, I know it's bad form to talk about grades, so I usually try not to subject anyone to it (except Alex, who just has to suffer). But given my checkered mathematical past, this is really exciting for me, and I can't keep it to myself. We just got the results back from the second midterm, and I got a 94. According to the histogram my professor posted, it was either the highest or the second-highest score in the class.

Admittedly, the strongest theory students tend not to come here. (IU's traditional strengths are in programming languages, cognitive science, and high-performance computing, and the department seems to attract the students and faculty who are already into those things -- a self-propagating imbalance which I can't think how to fix.) Still. Still. This is objective proof that I'm not so bad at this!1 It shows that at Grinnell, they weren't just being nice to me in combos and automata so that I would graduate on time or something. Here, nobody much cares when I graduate. Actually, when I look at it that way, I'm kind of glad I failed the qual, because it shows that nobody here is doing me favors. When I pass (and I will friggin' pass the thing next year!), it will be because I can demonstrate a thorough understanding of the material.


  1. Whenever I say things like this, Alex is like, "Dude, Lindsey, you're good at math. Internalize it already." But he didn't know me in 2002. He doesn't know what it was like all that time in calc II, when I wanted so badly to understand it but just had no clue what in the flying fuck was going on. Actually, part of me wants to go back and try to learn calculus again, but another part of me is scared that I still won't understand it, and then they'll revoke my math license and I'll die hungry and alone and so on.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2008-11-25 08:49 pm (UTC)
You know, I made it sound like my professors' behavior changed drastically when I got to combos, but I think it was my behavior and my attitude that changed.

In calc I and II, when I had questions about the homework, I took them to the Math Lab, where the student tutors for intro math courses were. I don't remember ever going to my professors' offices to talk about a homework problem. In fact, if I came by, it was usually to ask "How much did my grade get hurt?" after a bad exam, which was probably a conversation they didn't like having. Moreover, it's not a conversation about math! If, from their point of view, I only wanted to talk about grades instead of about math, then it's no wonder they viewed me as someone who didn't much like or care about math.

In linear, our professor was months away from retiring, and it didn't seem to me like my dumb little homework questions were worthy of a 70-year-old man's time. (Of course, I realize now that this was the wrong attitude on my part -- as long as he was there, it was his job!) Also, I was the oldest kid in the course (most CS majors had gotten the linear requirement out of the way their first or second year; it was my third), and I was embarrassed to even be there and mostly kept my head down and didn't talk to my professor much at all.

In combos, first of all, I wasn't embarrassed to be there -- half the class was other CS kids in my year. (Man, that was a good feeling, looking around and realizing that I was catching up.) Second, it felt like advanced enough of a course (and my professor seemed sufficiently far from retirement, heh) that I didn't feel unworthy of going and talking to her about the homework. So, when I did go to talk to her, our conversations were about math. Therefore, lo and behold, she treated me like someone who could do math, or at least like someone who cared about math.

Advice for you? Well, if you have students who behave like I did in calc -- who only come talk to you when their grade is in dire straits, and who then only want to talk about the grade -- first of all, don't assume that they don't care about the material. It's possible they care about the material a lot. It's just that at the moment, they're more worried about if they'll graduate. Let them know that they should ask lots of questions, and that coming and asking you questions can only help them and is never, ever a waste of your time. And tell them that coming to talk to you about the homework is a sign of a strong student, not a sign of a weak student. You might have to tell them this a few times before it sinks in.
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