As the school year wound down we got closer and closer to our final
exams. With introductory exams also being squeezed into our schedule,
the final third of our year became extremely jam-packed and teachers
rushed to cover all the necessary material. As a result for many of our
classes we shared a classroom with other seniors in order to utilize
both periods for both classes and hence tackle twice as many topics.
While we had learned differentiation the previous year, integration was
only introduced during a compact 3rd marking period. As Mr. Ghamisi
surveyed the 60+ students before him, he explained that what we were
about to face was the exact opposite of differentiation. “You all know
how to find the derivative of a function,” he started. “Now you’ll be
given a derivative and you’ll find what the original function was.
“Your book is kind of confusing. In some parts of it they refer to the
original functions as antiderivatives while in other parts they call
them indefinite integrals. Even though these are two different names but
they actually refer to the exact same thing. It’s like these hicks
whose names back in their village is Hasan Ali Jafar but as soon as they
set foot in Tehran they demand that they be called Zizi.”
He waited for our laughter to die down before adding, “Well I know Hasan
Ali Jafar probably isn’t today’s most popular name but still that’s no
reason to go to such extremes.”
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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