Everybody Lies About Hot Dogs
And why Aristotle can suck it.
When I was pregnant the first time, everyone — everyone — predicted I would have a boy. My mom explained it like this: “People think you’re cool. People think boys are cool. So people think you will have a boy.”
Ok, mom.
I learned in 10th-grade math that this type of reasoning is called a syllogism. In my life, I’ve taken a lot of math classes and I’ve learned a lot from some and not so much from others. In fact, at 41, I’m taking an online math class as part of a mid-life crisis Master’s degree and I’m still not sure if I’m learning very much from it.
Here’s how syllogism applies to starting an unnecessary Master’s program at 41: School is for young people. I am in school. Therefore I am young.
That can’t be right, but math is math so it also has to be right.
Which brings me to the hot dogs.
As a lifelong educator, I want to believe that a lot of learning happens in class. But we all know, the world is a classroom and you can learn great lessons anywhere.
For the past two winters, my kids have been on a ski racing team. This is an obscure, expensive hobby that I won’t elaborate on here. Suffice it to say I spend 21 weeks cold and outdoors in New England so I can watch them put on…
