Marty was a Brown University graduate who eventually settled as a math teacher at Canton High School - a public high school in the suburbs of Boston. Let me back up a bit and put the story into perspective. And yet, that early experience of failing, of working so hard, of being given the chance to compete at high levels, and of being supported regardless - well he was my Jaime Escalante. Marty Badoian was the one that made me struggle with math, that put the bar so high I never thought I was good enough. I had a bit of a different relationship with him. While in his memorial Facebook group, many of Marty’s students posted of his kindness and mentoring. Marty was one of the crucially necessary, though not sufficient, conditions. Outside of my family, he is the one I credit with my ability to achieve what I have achieved today. But Marty was a part of my life for four years formative to earning my PhD in math. There were many moments that were pivotal, where I can almost see the fork in the road and see myself deliberately choosing a path that led to the outcomes of today. There are many more figures in my life who have made a difference, who encouraged me to pursue math, who guided me, who provided me with opportunities. You know - “the one” that all paths lead back to in your life. I think everyone has that professor or teacher. My high school math teacher, Marty Badoian, had passed away. At the beginning of my first semester here at Bates, I received some jarring news.
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