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Math in America
When I was a child learning math, I felt like I was walking through fog. Each step would present itself, smoky and hazy out of the mist, with the rest of the path obscured. My teacher would say “Today we learn addition, everyone repeat after me.” I would listen for a few days, and then…
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Shrugging the Burden of Potential
Hi, my name is Cassandra and I am 30 years old. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type two nearly exactly a decade ago. That is not precisely true, as I was initially only diagnosed with major depressive disorder. The antidepressants sent me rapid cycling and a few months later I was on lithium. I…