I could do math.
Well, let me rephrase that.
I could solve equations on exams.
In reality, I have no idea what a cotangent is or does.
You see, many moons ago I followed a responsible student path and extended my math courses into college. I assumed that university was an extension of high school and so I plodded along dutifully meeting my tasks.
And then one day I stopped.
Pause. Question. Reflect.
I finally asked myself what the heck I was doing. I ultimately realised that I was solving other people’s equations. The equations I enjoyed solving were not chalked on the professor’s board at all.
What I enjoyed was being on the field with my mates. I enjoyed outplaying an opponent. In fact, I enjoyed almost everything beyond the traditional classroom. I worked as a camp counselor, interned as course advisor, and served as a swim instructor for handicapped children. I had no idea then that my first job as a counselor at sixteen would be the same job I hold today in essence. Same stuff repackaged.
I am much older now. I recognise the value of studying math, science, literature, history, and art. But that value may be different than one might assume.
The value of studying is to sort out what we value.
Inspiration may come in secants and cotangents.
It may come in a Falstaff quip.
It may come from the glow of a bunsen burner.
For me, a cotangent led me on a tangential journey to explore what mattered to me most.
I can do math, but I enjoy coaching.