I liked any subject that required more writing than “y = mx + b.” I’m not even sure if THAT formula is right for slope, but I think it is… I am not smarter than a fifth grader when it comes to simple arithmetic and basic algebraic functions.

Where I excel is in the social sciences. I liked writing, but English papers were not as exciting to me as history and social studies. When I got into college, that added psychology and political science to the mix. I got a good foundation in English, but the real value was learning how to write about everything else.

I know that I blog here, that none of my work is cleaned up. That it won’t show you how capable I am after sitting with an editor for a few days, or even me hammering the same piece for a few days rather than blowing ’em off and keep going. That was a process that started in high school, and I haven’t needed with blogging because it’s all what Brene Brown would call “shitty first drafts.”

None of my SFDs are anything I would submit to publication without serious reworking. I learned that from having to whittle academic papers and then lost the ability somewhere along the way. I could be better than I am right now, and the goal over the next few years is to find out how. Maybe it’s going to conferences. Maybe it’s going back to university. Whatever it is, I need my writing to change as I do.

Maybe that means hitting the big red button on posting here, but I doubt it. Taking down this web site is more trouble than it’s worth. I might not ever get back meaningful pieces without having to comb the way back machine for days. But there’s nothing wrong with turning my attention to academia when it needs it. My blog will survive the lack of updates because you people are strangely attached to me for some reason. 🙂

Whatever I do, it will be built on the shoulders of my grade school teachers, who taught me how to craft sentences and build them into paragraphs. Most of the ones I’ve really loved are gone now, but to the ones that are still with us, thank you.

There was a point at which I got old enough in school that I realized writing would help me anywhere. This is where my English teachers became even more invaluable. They were setting me up for all kinds of ways to work with bosses. I still struggled in math, but I was assured that I wouldn’t have to use it.

That has remained true, but I have a different outlook on math classes than I used to. I can get AI to tutor me and it’s always available. So making it through college math classes looks different now, because I didn’t have someone to ask. No one in my family is good at higher math, except for my mother’s father, and he died in the 90s. Having AI takes a lot of anxiety off me because I cannot farm out beautiful sentences. Those have to come from me.

But AI will always be available when I forget the formula for slope.