American teens won the International Mathematical Olympiad for the first time in two decades

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American teens won the International Mathematical Olympiad for the first time in two decades

WHEN OUR TOWNSHIPS WERE BORN…

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Local History

On January 4 we should have had a birthday party.  It was 173 years ago in 1842 that Schaumburg Township was born.  Papers were filed in St. Louis with Jos. C. Brown, Surveyor of the public lands for the District of Illinois & Missouri, laying out the 36 sections of our township.  At the time the township was known as “Township 41, North of the base line, Range 10 East of the 3° principal Meridian.”  The official name, Schaumburg Township, had yet to be adopted.  That would happen at the first annual town meeting on April 2, 1850 when Frederick Nerge pounded on the table and insisted that the township be named “Schaumburg” after his homeland in Germany.

Thanks to local resident, Linn Beyer, who graciously lent me a variety of old, township maps, you can take  a look at the hand drawn townships of Schaumburg, Elk Grove (1842), Hanover…

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WHEN OUR TOWNSHIPS WERE BORN…

Happy Pi Day! Here Are Some of the Wackiest Celebrations

PI DAY! Once in A life time, guys!

TIME

March 14 (3/14) is celebrated annually as Pi Day because the date resembles the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter — 3.14 for short. And this year’s date syncs up with the first four digits after the decimal point, so 3.14.15 looks a lot like 3.14159265359 (etc). That won’t happen again until 2115.

In case you don’t remember from math class, Pi is an “irrational and transcendental number” with decimals that “continue infinitely without repetition or pattern,” according to PiDay.org, the official website for the holiday.

Celebrations are planned worldwide, but here is a glimpse at some of the most unusual ones. If you can’t make any of them, plan your own around 9:26:53 in the morning or in the evening.

• Lucky high school seniors will find out at 9:26 a.m. if they got into the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Mass. The letters could…

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There will always be Winners

There goes my MATHCOUNTS career. Four, maybe even 5 hard-fought years, all for one goal. All down the drain. Well, not really…

First of all, What is Mathcounts? This video summarizes it, as well as the 2013 National competition, in a quick 2 minutes.

So like I said, I’ve been after Mathcounts for 5 years now. It was on my radar in 4th grade, way back when, and in 5th grade I got my great debut. Not exactly a stellar performance, but I did get in the mid-40’s for rank, and as a 5th grader, that’s pretty good.

Sixth grade was my magic year. In a stroke of luck, I led a team from Hunting Ridge, my school to the State Mathcounts competition. Placing 20th in Chapter, I led my team in 5th and 6th grade, including at the state level.

I didn’t know it then, but my luck had run out of gas. And so had I.

7th grade. I enter the harsh conditions of Plum Grove Math Club. If Hunting Ridge Math Club is the Alps middle of the Atlantic, then Plum Grove is Mt. Everest in the middle of the Sahara.

I was confident I could make the team, considering my past performances.

I was so wrong.

Bang, Bang, Bang. As my life at Junior High went on, I got into other things, my mind drifted from Math, and I couldn’t conjure up the strength to make the team. I somehow made the school top 10 and then, with much preparation, went on to get 15th at chapter.

And then I died. Painfully.

No state that year. I was determined to make the team my next year, as well as my last, 8th grade.

I didn’t.

I went into the Chapter Competition on February 7th 2015 thinking I had no chance to make state, no chance for a trophy, and that all my dreams were crushed.

Like my dad says, “If you shoot for the moon, you’ll land on the stars.”

I shot for the top the Empire State Building. I crashed into a plane.

I don’t know what it was. Maybe I lost my focus, maybe I tried a new strategy, maybe I just had an off day.

But in the end, what happened doesn’t matter. I got 52nd, lower then what I even got in 5th grade.

So, like I said before, all down the drain. But not really. I’ve learned so much from the Mathcounts program. I’ve made new friends, new enemies, even learned a couple of tricks from the masters.

I’ve been to every Mathcounts competition you can think of in my area since 2011.

Nothing.

There will always be winners, but there are also the losers that jump back up to the ranks of the winners.

Now, I’ve tasted the ashes at the bottom of the fire.

I’ve experienced what it’s like to lose.

But I don’t think that’s all that bad.

I think that this, everything I’ve done for the last 5 years, will help me somehow. Somewhere. Sometime.

But right now my eyes are on the future.

Future competitions. Awards. Trophies to be raised.

Because just because I lost one trophy here, doesn’t mean I can’t go somewhere else and hoist a different one.

Thank You Mathcounts. Hello Future.

I’m coming back,

and this time, this loser will transform, through determination, hard work and a little bit of luck,

into a champion.

 

There will always be Winners

The Mistakes in Life

This work is a work of fiction based on a exaggerated point of view from a real life occurrence. Names have been changed to secure the privacy of the ones involved. Again, this work is completely fictional and any connection to the real world is purely coincidental. 

Fingers Crossed.

C’mon.

C’mon.

And with the last and final spot in the guts round, number 10, Shankar Mahashiv!

You have got to be kidding.

All that math, for nothing.

All that studying, for nothing.

Hari Mehotra should be up there, not some stupid Shankar Mahashiv.

Oh well, life goes on, right?

I did not realize how desperately wrong I was.

I contemplated the chances that a dice would turn up to be a prime number. Easy Question. 1/2.

“Number 5!”

“1/2”

“That’s correct!”

Participant number 5, Kreshmov Sargobad was up 2 points to the next closest in line, Shankar Mahashiv, in the guts round of the 15th annual MathAdds competition, where the fastest correct answer gets a point.

That was when Mrs. Marmols, our Math Team coach, came up to me.

“Hari, can you check on Krish? He went to the bathroom a couple of minutes ago and hasn’t come back since. He was a bit upset about not making it to the guts round.”

I stood up and walked out the door to the bathroom, ready to cheer up one of my best friends.

Oh, Krish. If anyone deserved to make it to the guts round, it was him. He put in countless hours everyday, trying to be the best at MathAdds. What was I thinking? If Krish didn’t make it, I definitely didn’t deserve to. At least 5 hours a day Krish put in to math. Want to go to a movie? No, got to do math. Bowling? No, math.

I walked into the bathroom. I checked under the stalls, everywhere. He definitely wasn’t there.

I went back to tell Mrs. Marmols.

“He’s not there? I’ll check with his parents.” She walked off towards the direction of Krish’s parents.

I tuned back to the guts round. “How many times does a fan going at 6 rotations per second turn in one minute?”

Easy Question. But it was more than that. I didn’t know it then, but it was a foreshadowing of things to come.

Mrs. Marmols and Krish’s parents walked towards me. I hope everything’s alright, I thought in my head.

Mrs. Marmols spoke first. “Krish is nowhere to be seen. Do you want to go and help find him?”

I stood up and followed the others out the door. We reached a fork in the path and the 4 of us took a separate hallway in the school that was O’Henry Community College.

Room 111…

112…

113…

Walking down the hallway, I remembered a problem that Krish told me he thought he got wrong. it was a Counting and Probability question, and the answer was 120. 2 to the 6th minus 2 to the 3rd power. He was fuming, considering he put down 124. All that practice, memorizing the powers of two up till 2 to the power of 20 just to get a silly mistake.

I remember something else Krish taught me.

That silly mistakes are what drives everything. What makes the difference between good and not so good in everything.

Math, Sports, Debate, even Life itself.

Without silly mistakes, we might not have any serious problems. Hunger, Poverty, Disease. All can be traced backed to one decision, problem, choice.

Walking down that hallway, I realized something else Krish told me. Being a good friend is much better then any MathAdds problem you can solve. Better then anything that can be solved. Really, the biggest problem in life is trying to get someone to smile.

If you can do that, you’ll make the top 10 on anyone’s golden list.

“With wings, you can fly.” Krish told me that right before we entered the competition room.

***

I turned the corner. I tuned back to my search for my best friend. Room 118…

119…

I thought of Krish’s missed question as I turned to peek inside room 120.

There, I saw what I never should have ever seen in my life.

A mistake. A silly one too.

There, spinning from the ceiling fan, hanging, tied to a noose, was Krish.

Going 24 rotations a minute.

Nowadays, we value test scores and ranks more than our own lives. We should be thankful we have a life to live for, and not worry about the silly things in life.

The mistakes.

The Mistakes in Life

How DST led to 300+ saved lives

It’s 1784. Benjamin Franklin is huddled in his warm living room, next to the hot embers of his fire.

“Oh, how I wish the days could be longer,” he mutters to himself. An idea springs to his head. He grabs the nearest piece of parchment and starts writing with his ink-tipped quill. This parchment will not be found for another 111 years.

George Hudson to Grover Cleveland. I’ve got this brilliant proposal…

“Sir, there’s a telegraph for you.”

“Oh, forget it, I’m too busy naming a city in Ohio after myself.”

Fast Forward 20 years.

“Sergeants, today we implement the newest technology we have… Daylight Savings Time!”

And Wholla! That’s how we have everyday modern DST.

OK, I reassure you that’s not how DST was founded (and that our 22nd and 24th president didn’t waste all his time)

Still yet, the founding of DST is quite a surprising one.

And it also happened to save 300+ lives. How, you may ask?

On June 22, 1985, the bags of a passenger named M. Singh were checked in at Vancouver for Canadian Pacific Airlines 003 to New Tokyo International Airport in Narita, Japan, near Tokyo. This bag was transferred to Air India Flight 301 leaving for Don Muang International Airport in Bangkok, Thailand. M. Singh was assigned seat 38H on Flight 003.

At 20:37 GMT, Canadian Pacific Air Flight 003 departed Vancouver; M. Singh was not in seat 38H or any other. He was not on the plane.

At 05:41 GMT (now June 23), Canadian Pacific Air 003 arrived in Tokyo Narita International Airport 14 minutes early.

At 06:19 GMT, a piece of luggage that had come from Canadian Pacific Air 003 exploded as it was being transferred to Air India Flight 301; the explosion killed two Japanese baggage handlers in Narita Airport and injured four other people.

At 07:14 GMT, Air India Flight 182 exploded in mid-air off the west coast of Ireland, falling into the sea. All 329 people on board were killed. Investigation by Canada has revealed connections between the two bombings.

(From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1985_Narita_International_Airport_bombing)

55 minutes passed between the Narita Explosion and the Air India Flight 182 explosion. The people that planned the explosions were based in Canada and a Sikh separist group called Babbar Khalsa. Those 55 minutes were crucial. Why? Because if those 55 minutes never happened, 300+ people on Air India Flight 301 would have died. And the Sikh Separatist group actually wanted both explosions to happen simultaneously.  Why didn’t they?

Because Canada observes DST but Japan doesn’t.

55 minutes was the one hour that saved 300+ people, all thanks to one Founding Father’s great thought.

How DST led to 300+ saved lives