Imaginary Numbers Is Where Math Lost Me. And Now I’m An Editor!
My geometry teacher would offer what he called IOUs to students who answered difficult questions or otherwise impressed him. After we collected enough, we could trade them in for various perks such as removing the usual penalty that came with turning in homework late.
Pretty early in the year, he offered up a flawed postulate: “Multiplying a number by another number always results in a larger number.” He offered out IOUs to anyone who could disprove him. He got all the obvious answers from various kids: zero, negative numbers, decimals, etc. After they were all used up, I decided to try a shot in the dark for a second IOU.
Me: “I’m not sure if it works, but what about imaginary numbers?”
Teacher: “How do you know about imaginary numbers?”
Me: “Our science teacher rambled a lot last year. He told us he wouldn’t have trouble giving us negative points because he learned to do far more complicated math like imaginary numbers once.”
Teacher: “Do you know what imaginary numbers are?”
Me: “Not really, but would they make a number bigger?”
Teacher: “I don’t know if they would make it bigger or not, but I’ll give you an IOU just for thinking to try imaginary numbers.”
I got my coveted IOU, but I was still disappointed. This was a math teacher. How could a math teacher not know what happened to the size of a number if you multiplied it by another number? Math teachers should understand imaginary numbers, shouldn’t they? The fact that he wasn’t able to answer what should be such a simple question frustrated me so much that I set out to find out the answer myself.
First, I asked my sister, who was two years older and had learned about imaginary numbers already, but she couldn’t answer whether multiplying by one made a number bigger. I tried my mother, an accountant and presumed master in math, and she couldn’t answer me. I didn’t try my father as I knew his skills didn’t reside in math, but a week later, when my uncle came to eat out with us, I tried him. He was a smart programmer, and programmers were supposed to know math, right? He couldn’t tell me, either.
Every single adult I tried could not answer my question. Most of them seemed to not fully remember what imaginary numbers were. With each failed answer, I grew more frustrated, but also more committed to solving this conundrum once and for all.
Eventually, I gave up on asking adults and decided to research the question online. This was back when the Internet was new and search engines were abysmal, so it wasn’t as easy a feat as it would be today. I partially taught myself what imaginary numbers were by reading an online encyclopedia about them, though I was still confused about some things, such as why everyone insisted on charting them on graphs.
Finally, I thought I might understand the problem, so I caught my geometry teacher after class to verify if I was right.
Me: “Do imaginary numbers not have a size?”
Teacher: “What do you mean?”
Me: “Like, if you have a normal number and an i-number added together, you can’t combine them to get a single size from them?”
Teacher: “Not really. You can calculate a magnitude by treating the two parts as points on a plane and using Pythagorean’s theorem, but that’s not really the same as a size.”
I had no clue what he meant about calculating magnitude, but all I cared about was that he had confirmed that complex numbers didn’t have a size.
Me: “Why didn’t you say that the first time?!”
Teacher: “First time?”
Me: “When I asked if you could multiply a number by an imaginary number to make it smaller.”
Teacher: “Oh, that. I gave you the IOU so we wouldn’t have to discuss the various ways you could handle the size of a complex number.”
Me: “But you said you didn’t know what would happen!”
Teacher: “Have you been trying to figure out if imaginary numbers made things smaller for the last month?”
Me: “No one was able to tell me what would happen.”
Teacher: “You could have just asked me.”
Me: “You said you didn’t know!”
My teacher was clearly a bit amused by my frustration but trying to keep a straight face at that point.
Teacher: “And did you learn what imaginary numbers were in that time?”
Me: “Sort of.”
Teacher: “Well, what do you know?”
Me: “The ‘i’ means the square root of negative one, which shouldn’t exist, but if you keep it around as an ‘i’, you can still solve problems with it anyway. But there was a lot of other math for using it that I didn’t understand.”
Teacher: “There is lots of math using imaginary numbers that math majors in college don’t fully understand. You still learned about imaginary and complex numbers well enough to answer your own question. If you ask me, that’s impressive enough to be worth two IOUs. But next time, just ask me after class if you want to know something like that.”
I was then sent to run off to try to make gym class in time. I was still slightly frustrated that my teacher hadn’t just told me that from the start, but I admit that managing to earn not just one but two IOUs at once seemed an impressive enough feat to mostly appease me.