When I was in high school there was a kid whose hobby was memorizing the digits of pi. He wasn’t particularly into math — in fact he was a very talented and dedicated musician. But he just enjoyed memorizing digits of pi.
None of this really mattered until one day when our math teacher asked whether anybody knew the first digits of pi. This kid piped up “I know the first 500 digits.”
The teacher, knowing that this kid was an indifferent math student, must have thought this was just an attempt to disrupt the class. What happened next was awesome.
The teacher handed the kid a piece of chalk, and said “write the first five hundred digits of pi on the blackboard.” Meanwhile, the teacher picked up his trusty Chemical Rubber Company book of math tables, while the kid proceeded to fill the board with numbers.
When he was done, the student put down the chalk and went back to his seat. The teacher, looking back and forth between the digits on the board and the book in his hands, slowly realized that this was the real deal.
For those of us in the class, seeing the board filled with the first 500 digits of pi was wonderful. But seeing the look on the teacher’s face was even better.