School, Scholar, War Clouds

the day came for registering me for theanybody—and for a third-grader just infinite.
neighborhood kindergarten, my mom walked meThird-graders were not called upon and had no
the five short blocks to Stockton School andunderstanding of demographic analysts, actuaries,
decided I could manage the walk on my ownmarketers, investment managers, and others
most of the time. The teachers registered twowho dealt with such large numbers with
classes, one morning, the other afternoon. Theconsiderable if not total accuracy. Teacher was
younger children were put into themaking a ridiculous distinction, annoying to me, a
“slower” afternoon class, and thebudding mathematician who loved working with
older ones were assigned the more maturenumbers. Second explanation: I was annoyed at
morning class. Their first reaction was that I wasnot knowing the right answer. There was nothing
a little young even for the afternoon class. Momwrong with the teacher.
argued them into accepting me. Otherwise I wouldIn hindsight, skipping a school year had a
have had to go home and wait another year. Idownside. For years thereafter I was younger
didn’t like that. Then after a few months,than my classmates, socially somewhat awkward,
the lead kindergarten teacher decided that I couldincompatible, and withdrawn. I had few friends and
keep up with the older kids and switched me tolittle interest in learning the names of schoolmates.
the morning program. I was about the youngestI turned to concentrating on learning and going
in the class. That began a phase of sociophysicalafter good grades.
backwardness lasting till I reached MIT.Much to my embarrassment, my father, Harry
I received Christmas presents, but there was noKay, carried my latest high-school report card in
Christmas tree. That was my Jewishhis pocket to show friends what a brilliant student
parents’ compromise with living in ahis son was. I did not think of myself as brilliant. I
primarily Christian neighborhood. When I wasliked learning. There was a huge amount I did not
seven the big gift I received was an Erector Set.know and just liked to study and learn.
I found it difficult to understand the instructionsThat’s the way I thought. He clearly
and to fit the little bolts, washers, and nutsexpected me to become a scholar. Without
together that erected many things —adiscussion and without knowing what it really
wagon, a house, even moving items, dependingmeant, I accepted and internalized the scholar role.
on a motor included. I put it all aside, but twoIn high school I took the chemistry course in my
years later I enjoyed doing it all.junior year. The teacher, “Doc”
The second-grade teacher mentioned once orSummers, did a great job covering the subject at
twice that one of the children in our class, William,high-school level and encouraging students to ask
was doing things at home, and later said we werehim questions. One day I asked about carbon
going on a unique trip to his house to see formonoxide poisoning, not just in a garage or
ourselves what he did. We saw impressive stampkitchen without fresh air circulation but,
and coin collections, beautifully arranged in books.“How about the CO from all the
(I had a small stamp book at home, not really wellworld’s automobiles slowly poisoning
put together.) We saw pages of butterflies Williamus?” His response was, “In the
had netted, pinned, and identified. He had builtatmosphere CO gradually oxidizes to CO2. No
model cars and airplanes, neatly stored on shelves.problem.” But there was a problem and
Three reactions swept over me: (1) Really?, (2) Ithe world was in the earliest stage of its
could do all that if I wanted to, and (3) I wasrecognition. Neither Doc Summers nor anybody
jealous. Now I recall that as the first time I feltelse in 1940 knew what was probably to become
jealous. In my life thereafter I was less and lessthe number one question for science for the next
jealous of anybody.sixty years and continuing even more dominantly
When I was beginning the third grade, Iinto the twenty-first century too. I guess it would
complained to my mother early in the year that Ibe expecting too much for Doc Summers so long
did not like the teacher. She was unfair andago to properly introduce the issue of global
annoying. Duly alarmed, Mom spoke to theclimate change. Funny, in all the discussion of
Stockton principal, Dr. Miller, who decided toominous greenhouse gasses and other effects on
interview me in his office, a place generallythe biosphere’s weather, I have not heard
associated with disciplinary action. He asked meanything on the role of carbon monoxide.
some questions, had me take a written test, andI took physics in my senior year, 1940 to 1941.
conveyed his findings to Mom, who shared themTo my family the word physics meant the
with me. He planned to take me out of the thirdconsumption of pills and supplements to improve
grade and move me up to the fourth grade. Heyou physically. The physics teacher was not so
believed I was bored.good. The years 1939 to 1941 corresponded to
I was flattered by the grade skipping, of course. Ithe slow-motion explosion of WWII. In my last
did not think I was bored—more annoyed. Itwo years in high school, the effects of WWII
recalled an episode in the third-grade class.were hitting high school students too. Some were
Out of the blue, and not related to previous work,old enough to be drafted as soon as they
the teacher had asked the class, “What isgraduated. I was much too young for that, but I
the population of the United States?” I hadlost something I was looking forward to: a course
recently heard the number somewhere and myoffered in auto mechanics. The shop for it was
hand shot up. When she called on me, I said,great. The teacher left just after I had attended
“A hundred million.” ( I knew it wasits first classes and no replacement was
a little more than a hundred million). She shook herthereafter available to use the shop until the war
head and went on to another child, who said,ended. One last peaceful summer, then, thanks to
“A hundred thirty million.” He gotthose good grades, off to MIT to join the new
her smile and the class’s applause. Notclass of ’45. Because of the impending
then articulate enough to express what annoyedwar, MIT graduation was not to be in 1945 but
me, I can explain it now in two ways. First:was delayed several years.
Neither 100 nor 130 million is exact. They are(This is an excerpt from MILITARIST
round-offs of the rapidly changing number ofMILLIONAIRE PEACENIK: Memoir of a Serial
inhabitants (today 300 million). But more importantEntrepreneur by Alan F.
they are very big numbers for