The Boy Who Hated π

One day, there was a boy who hated mathematics. During middle school, he struggled deeply with math, especially with the number pi. To him, pi was not beautiful or mysterious. It was only a strange irrational number that made problems harder and more confusing.

One day, as the final exams were getting closer, the boy finally decided to study mathematics seriously. He searched on the internet, asked his classmates, and tried to know what might appear in the exam. Then his classmates told him something important: One of the questions would probably be about calculating the area of a circle.

Unfortunately, after a long and difficult struggle, this boy still could not understand the formula for calculating the area of a circle.

Before entering the exam, he went to his friend and asked him: How do we calculate the area of a circle? What is pi? And how might the question appear in the exam?”

His friend answered: It is calculated using the formula: $\pi r^2$ The boy asked: Where do we get r from? His friend became very annoyed and looked at him with arrogance, contempt, and mockery.

The boy entered the exam and failed mathematics. But something strange happened to him after that. Was it because of his friend? Was it because of the way he had been treated? Or was it because of his own curiosity? Something inside him had changed.

The boy went home, opened his mathematics book, and began solving one exercise after another. Every day, he stayed up late with his exercises. He would not get up from his chair or leave his desk until he had completed two full pages of problems.

That year, the boy continued learning mathematics on his own. And the strange thing was this: he became brilliant at mathematics.The boy began to love mathematics. His friend’s look no longer mattered to him. Nothing mattered except solving another problem from his mathematics book.

One problem led to another.One page led to another.And slowly, mathematics stopped being something he feared.It became something he wanted to understand. The boy learned programming, continued his studies, and eventually entered university. He was always excellent at mathematics.But he had one difficult trait: his curiosity.He was always searching for things that almost nobody around him knew about.

This was not always good when it came to university, because university often requires discipline, structure, and following a specific program.But when he studied alone, that same curiosity became a strength.It pushed him to explore, to ask questions, and to go beyond what was required. He also loved reading books.

This is the story of the boy who hated pi.But maybe he never truly hated pi.Maybe he hated the confusion.Maybe he hated the shame of not understanding.Maybe he hated the way people looked at him when he asked a simple question. Years later, he understood something important:there is no shame in not knowing.The real shame is to stop asking. That boy did not become better at mathematics because someone gave him all the answers.He became better because he kept asking questions, even after failing.

He opened books. He solved problems. He made mistakes. He tried again.

And slowly, the number that once confused him became a symbol of something else. Not fear. Not failure. But curiosity. So this is not really the story of a boy who hated pi. It is the story of a boy who learned that one honest question can change an entire life.