Maths Camp 2006
I guess I could, if I wanted, provide a detailed summary of my experience and incompetencies at this year’s maths camp. I did, however, tactfully provide my e-mail address, and hence a link to here, to many of those at the camp who, unlike me, made the squad and I shan’t subject them nor, for that matter, anyone else to such uninteresting ramblings like how, try as I might, my progress in the final examination was limited to the first half-hour.
Rather, I might find it wiser to focus on my performance in tenpin bowling — where I gained a first-time score of 110 — the one instance during the entire camp in which I was above average.
I won’t pretend I’m not happy with that score, I mean, it was the second highest score of the students there. Beginner’s luck, most likely, but who cares? If I don’t tenpin bowl for the rest of my life, my lowest and average score will remain happy, and needn’t halve itself due to it being, well, my second time.
I learnt to play pool while I was there, and I won’t claim to have benefited from the same luck as that with tenpin bowling; though there were three occasions where I found my way to the eight ball, losing each by sinking the white.
I can also proudly claim to be a member of the winning team in a series of events that included soccer, innovative problem solving, and a library search. And boy, did I think we were doomed after that last soccer game. But somehow, I don’t remember how, we pulled out in the end, by a half-point.
And, I pulled off my first all-nighter. Okay, fine, it wasn’t quite done fully; I went to sleep at sunrise and slept through breakfast. But I spent the night part awake.
And that’s about it. My list of achievements ends there. I could, of course, focus the rest of this entry towards my exploration of Christchurch, its, well, un-interesting-ness (sorry, Christchurch), and getting lost on my way back to the school (yes, I did ask for directions, and yes, I did get there in the end).
But it’s too tempting. I sucked. I found problems too often impossible. I don’t know what it was, I don’t know why, I don’t know how or what to blame, in fact, I don’t know, full stop.
There. I said it, hopefully without whining too much. Now that that’s out of the way, don’t get me wrong, I had the most brilliant time in Christchurch, and it was heaps of fun even if I didn’t get much. In fact, what I anticipated would be a long week was quite the opposite, and we were flying back to Auckland before I knew it. Yep, maths camp was fun, yes, it was indeed.