March 14th is ithe official holiday for Pi! I wish I could take credit for the following, but I cannot. It comes from CNN and Elizabeth Landau – http://scitech.blogs.cnn.com/2009/03/13/pi-day-and-american-pi/

**American Pi**

by Elizabeth Landau

A long, long time ago, it was one December when I thought I’d found the end of pi.

And if I’d had some batteries, my efforts would have surely pleased

That math fair judge, and that’s no lie.

But tests and papers made me shiver with every paper they’d deliver.

More bad news in chemistry,

Just needed that time to study.

I can’t remember if I cried when I realized that I hadn’t tried

Before something clicked off deep inside

And then, my calculator died.

**CHORUS:So why, why can’t I calculate piI just want to see the numbers 3.1415And if that’s all, then let’s keep it alive‘Cause my calculator seems to have died.My calculator seems to have died.**

Did you write the law of sines, or draw two perfect parallel lines

Without a ruler helping you?

Can you still use a protractor, or find just one imaginary factor

Of a polynomial of order 2?

Well I had a TI-83 when a great misfortune came to me

The screen began to blur – I couldn’t even find my curve!

I was a lonely teenage computer freak,

My pencils were chewed but my glasses were sleek,

And the future was looking pretty bleak

The day my calculator died.

[CHORUS]

Books, eraser, graphing paper, I was just a young number chaser

Searching for the holy grail.

Like Archimedes, Ramanujan, and Gregory, Leibniz, van Ceulen,

I could approximate, but then I’d fail!

My calculator was in a daze,

It just wouldn’t run on new AAAs.

The math fair was in an hour

And I was still out of power.

I knew that I was running out of time

A new formula would have been sublime

But all that I could do was rhyme

The day my calculator died.

[CHORUS]

“We know it’s not the pi you eat, this pie’s a far more delicate treat

And it can be so much fun.

Well, Pi is a movie, Pi’s a perfume,

The digits of pi could fill a room,

But could ever find the very last one?”

And although this poem was nice and sweet

In my heart I knew it couldn’t compete.

The other kids had proof.

I felt like such a goof!

And, as I sat down I felt disgraced,

Like I had just gotten a pie in the face.

I knew that I had really lost the race

The day my calculator died.

[CHORUS]

I met a guy in Period 3 who seemed like he could help me

At least he didn’t turn away.

My calculator looked so sad, but I know this kid of course was glad

To make me feel worse on Pi Day.

He said, “I can’t believe you were so dumb.

All you need is a new lithium.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

He wouldn’t even come clean

And tell me there’s another set of batteries besides the quartet.

So until I get some, and it resets

I think I’ll eat some pie.

So why, why can’t I calculate pi

I just want to see the numbers 3.1415

And if that’s all, then let’s keep it alive

But my calculator didn’t really die!