I had brought a non-trivial amount of Asia back in my lower intestines and had to undergo an experimental treatment to get rid of one particularly tenacious parasite. Although only four years older than most of my fellow community college students on my return, they must have wondered who the rail-thin, Rasputinesque (Fig. 1.5) character at the back of the class was. The algebra/trig course I was required to take underscored both the degree to which I sleep-walked through high school math and the extent of social promotion there. It wasn’t until taking calculus that there seemed to be a...
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