Recite π as a binary decimal, if you wish.
On π day, 2014, at about 15:9.26, I ate a chocolate π during a Chinese class, got nearly choked, and had to leave the classroom to search for any water… Thank you to my teacher for not troubling with my absurdity.
On π day, 2015, I dreamed a lot of dreams, but did it matter? Could I quantify them?
I was learning A-Level Statistics then.
On π day 2016 (Eastern Time), I took the liberty of naming the place outside 303-102 the Corner of Rejection. I eat my lunch here.
I once misspelled “with” with “Sith”.
π day 2017⋯ Ecstasy of Gold⋯
Nothing really happened. Happy pi day to all!
Study maths! That’s the only may to honor this occasion — and nature,
I will always be your reader, if not a friend.