"Oh well." I say to myself, a sigh of resignation. "I can just blast the shit out of them on the final."

"You just give it a high score, we call it an R-score, R for reward."

I get an e-mail from ChatGPT requesting that I take him on as a PhD student.

"I do graph theory." I say, assuming by his question that he knows something about math. "Oh!" he sounds excited, "So you're a sports mathematician?"

"Don't look for them." I insist. "How can I talk about graphs if nobody here trusts me? Math is about trust, and you lot got none of it in you."

"Hey," I say to the driver, "That lady is pretty nice looking. Maybe after you drop me off you should come back here and try to talk to her."

I step out of my office to fill my water bottle.  I see two students walking down the hall, one holding a shiny pair of brass knuckles down under an armful of books.   "Hey, Mr. Kim, what

Professor Lee comes to my office.  He is new in the department.  Fresh like a baby.  He is applied, but his math is strong, and we have high hopes for him. "What it the strangest place you&