Yesterday I watched “King of Kong,” and a while ago I fell in love with “Spellbound.” Both of those movies are documentaries about strange subcultures of people — where the norms and values of these subjects are so foreign to the viewer that it’s a bit of an anthropological expedition.
While watching “King of Kong” I decided that a movie needs to be made about a mathcamp somewhere.
Some backstory: I went to mathcamp. Twice. And I was a counselor there once.
Those summers (especially those during high school) were transformative. I was one of those kids who were freakishly [1] good at math, astounded by the elegant beauty of it all, and I just got it. And I was always hunting for more. I would pick up second hand math books and study them, did the AMC (then AHSME) competitions, and did the write-in USAMTS competition. I was on my first high school’s math team (my second high school didn’t have one). And still, that wasn’t enough. I wanted to go to a place to study math for 5 weeks.
Seriously.
