A fellow writer

Stonehenge

In their attractive, polished faces, I saw that Stonehenge was as familiar to them as having a gun held to my face was to me.

I remember that graduate class  class in state space analysis.  I went because the professor was well known in the field, and I had nothing to do those nights.

Everyone was a Chinese gentleman, including the professor. I was the only white, and the only good old boy Redneck.

One day I returned my homework in computerized formula on print. I did this way before laser printers, way before word. Did it on the original PC, all 16 bits and 256 K, done it in assembly for no apparent reason. . I rewrote the fonts to triple size, for integrals and summations, has low and upper script for limits.  Just out of boredom, like I have done on this blog.

I brought that printed home work to class, among all the handwritten solutions.  Everyone looked at me, though that was impossible.  The Chinese, all from Taiwan, weren't sure about me, what was a Redneck doing in state space class?  I was actually top of the class, on purpose though. I just felt the need to break a stereo type, and normally will just work a class as a data processing task, shooting for a B.