The Math Circle (Part I)
Why are most children bored by math - or worse, frightened of it - when its beauties are so many and its pleasures so great? Probably because it is usually taught by people who fear it, and who therefore teach their fear.
To counter this (locally, but with hope of disseminating the ideas), three of us - my wife Ellen, Tomas Guillermo and I - have begun a Saturday morning Math Circle in space given us by Northeastern University in Boston (thanks to Andrei Zelevinsky), for interested 8-to- 18 year-olds. Word of mouth alone brought us twenty-nine students for the first semester and forty for the second. Their giving up Saturday mornings of sleep, sports or music lessons is a sign of how much enthusiasm there is for math done with intensity and delight. We've now had to add a Thursday afternoon session at Harvard (thanks to Danny Goroff) for the overflow.
Our approach in The Math Circle is to pose questions and let congenial conversation take over. Conjectures emerge from a free-for- all, examples and counterexamples from the conjectures. Two steps forward are followed by a step back. What really is at issue here? How will we know when we've understood something? Is proving different from seeing? Where and with what should proofs begin, and how validate these beginnings? And if we get it, need we formalize it? Yes - following my old fencing-master's adage about holding the foil like a bird: tightly enough not to let it get away, not so tightly as to crush it. We don't want a '6Os feel-good sense of math as expressive hand-waving. We explain that rigor without mortis consists in fluency at making a connected path back to foundations that will stand up to scrutiny. In our exchanges the students are developing the knack of pushing insight adventurously ahead while protecting the supply-lines that fuel it.
Here's an example of what happens, from the Thursday afternoon sessions with 8- to 11-year-olds. I began by asking them each to give me very large numbers, and a rather conservative list of integers developed on the board (Littlewood calculated that the gigantic stretches of time in Indian mythology "only" amounted to years - for example, for kids, 25O is, as it should be, way out there). Was there a last integer? Of course not, said 8-year-old Anna at once: if there were, just add one to it. I was struck by this instantaneous freeing of imagination with the passage to the general. They all took easily to one - one correspondences, via the need to show Martians who count 1, 2, 3, many; that a heap of thirteen pencils contains a larger "many" than a pile of eight coins (some sorted by threes, some paired up, all relished the Martian astonishment that there were two sizes of 'many'). By the end of the first hour each was pairing up the naturals with the evens or the odds or multiples of 7 ("Let's walk through the numbers in seven- league boots!" said one) or the negatives and positives, or the integers (a puzzling moment, followed by a cry of "Shift!"). The children left that first session in two minds: they saw and could not but assent to the results of their work, but they "knew" it couldn't be right - there were clearly only half as many even numbers as naturals.
I was glad to see one boy return to the second session who had come to the first the way you go to a horror movie: frozen between fascination and flight. He had been brooding about the infinite, his mother told me, and found it terrifying, and had signed up for this class to overcome his fear. As you might expect, his were the most daring conjectures in what followed.
Could the positive rationals be counted? Passionate arguments raged about the lack of a starting place (the abyss of density opened, for the first time, for several there). I put the first few rows and columns on the board to claims ringing through the room that we could never get out of the row we once committed ourselves to - until a girl, quiet before this, asked if she could come up and began spinning a drunken spider's web from the upper left-hand corner. Another girl suggested how we might regularize the pattern and despair turning to glee, each now constructed a bus-route through these streets and avenues (to the accompaniment of popping insights and questions:."Look! Those diagonals are all repeats!" "But how can we tell ahead of time that the sixteenth stop will be 2/5?") The diagonal proof belongs now to each of them, for as Locke pointed out, "Property is that with which one has commingled one's labor."
We headed toward Cantor's second diagonal proof through the largely unfamiliar territory of decimals, browsing among repeating and nonrepeating growths (much ingenuity here, on their part, in concocting and explaining). Then a long digression on what it would mean not to have a one - one correspondence between two sets, and at on proof by contradiction (this pushes the limits of how much can equably be held in mind), heralding the metaphorical entrance of a figure modeled on the late and unlamented Senator McCarthy, patting his jacket-pocket: "I have in my pocket a list of all the card-carrying decimals between O and 1", each card bearing its ordinal. They followed the proof complaining all the way, arguing with and explaining it to one another, ending up as flabbergasted as I am every time I think it through.
By the time I arrived for the next class, a girl with an uncannily precise mind was explaining Cantor's proof to a die-hard skeptic, countering his attempts to put "our decimal made up of 5s and 6s 'at the end of the list'". Now the pace accelerated as we came back to the visual: they called the proof they devised of the one - one correspondence between points on closed segments of different lengths "the circus tent". Giving names, as Adam first knew, is a sign of confidence. Since I'd told them about, they christened our new cardinality "zig-zag null".
And the open interval and the real line? This led to the greatest frustrations as well as ingenuity. At last, exhausted, with time running out and skepticism about everything creeping out of every corner, the boy who feared infinity had the saving insight. Tremendous relief, appreciation, exhilaration. But the last note was struck by the girl with the precise mind: "I see the proof and I accept it", she said, "and at the same time I don't. It doesn't tell us, does it, just which real number goes with the decimal we choose in (O, 1)? That makes me uneasy." A good note to end - and begin afresh - on.
The topics we chose - but more particularly the ways we worked on them - were designed to avoid two things which tend to go wrong with accelerated or "enrichment" math courses. One is children being taught the punch-lines without having worked their own way up to them ("I've already had Pascal's Triangle", says the child who knows neither its genesis nor implications). The second is teaching the magic that looks like math: Pavlovian training of ten-year-olds to push the right symbols to take derivatives of polynomials.
Why did we choose infinite sets for the youngest group? Because little kids love large numbers, the way they like elephants and dinosaurs: powerful friends in high places, but a liking tinged with titillating fear. Children have no reputations to protect - because they don't even know yet about reputation - so they are much better than older students at making and getting far-fetched ideas - not a card is held close to a chest. Unlike philosophy, math begins with awe and ends with wonder.
Go on to the second half of this article.
This article was taken from Notices of the American Mathematical Society, Vol. 42, Num. 9. Sept. 1995.
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