The other day I was watching my son break his head against math when it struck me that I have no idea what math will do for his future. My father’s script was much simpler – he knew that if Atul Jalan didn’t learn his math, hell waited ahead.
My worry is not the pace of change. Not at all. My worry is that the skills my son learns, might be completely unnecessary when he sets out to do whatever it is in life that he will do. (Which I hope is wine-tasting, an exceptional profession for my son to be in, especially in my golden years.)