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At Tyler State Park in North Texas on the first overnight on our northward trek.

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Ants and Bee

I was sitting in a folding camp chair. On the ground in the dappled sun nearby, there was a flash of some sort. A fly or maybe a solitary bee was flopping in the dirt. Wait… that wasn’t it — the flopping bee was in a struggle with (I could barely see it from this distance) an ant. No… two ants. Make that three. Was the number of ants growing? Were others joining the melee?

To answer this pressing question, I continued to sit in that folding chair and watched a fourth ant wandering nearby the others. It seemed to be heading toward them, but then it passed the insectoidal struggle — missed it by that much. So no. Ants were not joining forces. But wait… the passer-by ant stopped, turned, and headed back. It missed the brawl again. Then stopped, turned back and forth in several directions, and headed directly into the fray.

So yes, the ant kingdom was indeed descending upon that hapless bee, whose flailing and flashing was by now slowing. The ants were getting the upper hand, and I couldn’t stay to watch the rest.

I stood up and walked away

Summer Breeze

Some time later, I somehow found myself in that folding camp chair again — viewing the land, enjoying the summer breeze. (This camp chair thing certain is a thing.)

A hummingbird was buzzing in the canopy of Oaks and alighted on a dead branch. It swiped its beak on its perch, first one way then the other. And then it came to attention. At guard, scanning the air in the distance. On guard for rivals.

Suddenly it swopped down from its perch, flying across the campsite to inspect a red bulb in the camp lights strung between two trees. It inspected the light closely, and then finding no nectar moved on to the next red bulbs down the line. Again finding no nectar and having exhausted the possibilities (as our string of lights is mercifully short), the hummingbird flew onto a nearby perch.

And after a few moments, it flew off into the forest.

#silentsunday

1. Precalculus

Abraham came to class every day, always on time. He paid close attention from his seat at the back of the room. He took notes. He wasn’t afraid to ask questions. He did the practice problems and meticulously showed his work. Still, his test scores were mediocre. He was putting in a huge effort, and as I found out from his mom, he was considering dropping down to grade-level next year. She asked me to help him decide what to do.

One day when he was in my room during lunch, I walked over and sat nearby. We talked about his schedule, about what he thought he might like to do after high school, and about how to go about choosing classes for next year. The conversation only obliquely touched on the question of advanced vs. grade-level. Mostly we discussed the various options.

A few weeks later he told me that he signed up for AP Precalculus. I smiled. He smiled his smirky smile. 

2. Early Fibonacci

That was months ago—January or February.

A week ago, as the due date for their Fibonacci Numbers Projects was nearing, he came into the room. This was a project for which they produced booklets about Fibonacci Sequences including excursions into nature and art and goings on in other parts of the world in Fibonacci’s time. It wasn’t a huge amount of technical work, but I had a very specific grading rubric, and I cautioned them not to be late. Abraham walked in, smiled at me from the doorway, and put his completed booklet into the purple turn-in box by the door.

“With a week to go, even!” I said.

“Right?” he said, smiling that smirky smile. 

3. Wrangling with Logs

We finish Advanced Algebra 2 with a unit on exponential functions and logarithms.

It needs to be said: logarithmic notation is horribly confusing. It’s unlike anything the kids have seen before. I tell them that and that they don’t need to feel bad if they get confused. We work into the subject incrementally. Still, many of the students struggle.

On Wednesday, Abraham came into class to turn in a worksheet that involved serious wrangling of logs. He turned it into the purple box. 

“Mr. Hasan?” he asked as he walked over to where I was standing at my desk.

“Yes?”

“Are we going to do more difficult log problems this year?” wearing that smirky smile.

I laughed and said, “No.”

It seems that his choice of AP Precalculus was the right decision.

#silentsunday

#silentsunday