You
go through life thinking that it will never happen to you, but then ZAP! There you are, sitting across from someone
asking you to find the value of R. I
gave them the ole’ blank stare, but they did not budge; they just kept waiting
for me to answer.
Like
I’m going to know algebraic equations.
Just tell me what folks would generally pay for an R and I will be able
to determine its general value. Just a guess,
but I would say an R has greater value in Italy than say… Canada, but add
in someone with a brogue and the value goes through the RRRRRoof.
Math
and I have never made friends. Like I’ve
always said, there are three kinds of people, those good at math and those who
aren’t. Even in school the instructor
would give me a story problem, and I would instinctively tack on another
chapter. The only thing I learned was
that math teachers have a negative sense of humor.
In
addition, if I had to make my living calculating electrical depletion through a
7” 12 gauge wire, a 1-amp resister, and a 1” X 2 “X 3” copper bar, well you
would have to count me among the ohm-less.
“So you see, Timmy, if
you reverse the equation, then R becomes 25, and N stays in Chicago - missing the train completely.”
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