Time flies, as they say. And it flew pretty fast for me. It was already 8 in the morning, and my brother woke up, ready to do Math4Bronx with me. Our family forced our way through the crowded streets of Bronx, chalk in hand, amused at the crush of people, white and black, rid of any math and walking back to back. We scrawled equations over the green boards, our chalks grinding away at the roughness of the street boards, writes Soborno Isaac Bari.
I leapt out of bed as the clock hit 6. I scrabbled over the buttons on the camera, in a rush to start each lecture. Every lesson I gave, the passion in my heart grew, and the fire of it scorched my heart. Seminar after seminar, the ticks of the clock phased their way inside my head....