On another day Mr. Ghamisi began defining various functions for us.
After describing odd and even functions, he went on to define a neither
odd nor even function as one that was neither odd nor even. Likewise he
explained that a both odd and even function was both odd and even. We
all laughed at his explanation, pointing out that such functions really
didn’t need a description as what they meant was clear from their names.
“It’s not always the case where something is what its name describes,”
he countered. “For example if someone introduced themselves as Hossein
Gholi prime, would you take the derivative of Hossein Gholi to find out
what their name is?”
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...
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