August 15, 2013
Am I Smarter Than A Third Grader? Logically Not.
There is a time in every parents' life when they realize that their child is smarter than they are. For me that time came yesterday. Which is slightly sad because the child that outsmarted me is eight.
Last night Mia and I had a long conversation about astronomy and physics. About Albert Einstein, the space-time continuum, black holes, event horizons, blue shifts, red shifts, and relativity. I nodded a lot and said things that positively reinforced this knowledge. And quoted Spock because, honestly, all I know about astronomy and physics comes from the original 1960s run of Star Trek.
I love math and science. Now. But they did not agree with me when I was in school. In high school, I took science very slow knowing that one day it would betray me. It almost did, in chemistry, though I sucked up enough to the teacher that I eventually passed. I was not so successful in math. I took Algebra I twice and only barely squeaked out a passing grade in Geometry. In college, my geology professor finally just told me to stop coming.
I was far more successful in English and history. I aced college English classes that I only attended once. I manufactured brilliant Far Eastern history papers. My mythology professor told me not to come to class anymore only because I'd aced the thing by the third week.
Anyhow, my kid is smarter than I am when it comes to science. It's not long before I'm outsmarted in math...and probably everything else.
Mia: See, black holes actually bend space and time.
Me: That's very logical.
Mia: Science is just awesome!
Me: Captain, I see no reason for such emotion in what is an obviously factual statement.