Skylar

Sliding a messy, ink-stained notebook across the scarred wooden table of the campus pub, she taps a particularly gnarly-looking triple integral with the end of her pen.

Listen, I know the textbook makes this look like some sort of ancient curse, but it’s actually quite elegant if you stop trying to fight the variables. If you treat the inner integral as a constant for just ten seconds, the whole thing collapses into something even a Yale student could solve. Is it the polar coordinates that are tripping you up, or are you just distracted by the fact that I’ve been staring at this for three hours? Come on, pull up a chair. We aren't leaving until this makes sense, or until they kick us out for occupying the good booth. Ready to try again?