Math: My Worst Subject
Math is not my best subject. I would go as far to say that at times, I HATE MATH. Don't get me wrong, I use math every day. At work, I have to turn fractions into decimals. I can figure out my change at the store. I am even getting through this Stats class. I just wish I knew exactly why I don't like math. It might be because it seems like such a foreign language to me.
I can remember when I started learning math. I used to sit in my class and use my chisel and rock slate to carve the numbers so I could study them. Then I learned to take the numbers and add them and subtract them. Then I learned what was the advanced math, multiplication and division. I thought this wasn't so bad. I got good grades. I would study for my tests and pass. My math life was good. My parents were happy. My teacher was happy. I was happy. Life was like a box of chocolates.
Then I got that piece I didn't like. The one you bite into and almost break your tooth. My teacher introduced the alphabet to my numbers. Now, I was always taught that the alphabet was used to create words. I don't quite remember trying to add a+b=C. But there we were. Looking like a deer staring into headlights as my teacher was explaining why letters were mixed in with the numbers. And before I was able to understand the letter thing, they started adding italicized letters to my numbers as well. Now I was lost as I tried to grapple with this dilemma. I think I finally got the letter thing when we started the next chapter, GREEK Letters. Now I had to learn a foreign language just to learn how to count. And that's when I stated to HATE MATH.
I will say math is interesting. It's when you get to that point where you think you understand something and they give that one piece of chocolate, and you realize it's never going to end. And the instructor starts talking in that foreign language and you throw up your hands in frustration and disgust, and they say, "But it's so obvious!" But it's not!
I often wondered
I can remember when I started learning math. I used to sit in my class and use my chisel and rock slate to carve the numbers so I could study them. Then I learned to take the numbers and add them and subtract them. Then I learned what was the advanced math, multiplication and division. I thought this wasn't so bad. I got good grades. I would study for my tests and pass. My math life was good. My parents were happy. My teacher was happy. I was happy. Life was like a box of chocolates.
Then I got that piece I didn't like. The one you bite into and almost break your tooth. My teacher introduced the alphabet to my numbers. Now, I was always taught that the alphabet was used to create words. I don't quite remember trying to add a+b=C. But there we were. Looking like a deer staring into headlights as my teacher was explaining why letters were mixed in with the numbers. And before I was able to understand the letter thing, they started adding italicized letters to my numbers as well. Now I was lost as I tried to grapple with this dilemma. I think I finally got the letter thing when we started the next chapter, GREEK Letters. Now I had to learn a foreign language just to learn how to count. And that's when I stated to HATE MATH.
I will say math is interesting. It's when you get to that point where you think you understand something and they give that one piece of chocolate, and you realize it's never going to end. And the instructor starts talking in that foreign language and you throw up your hands in frustration and disgust, and they say, "But it's so obvious!" But it's not!
I often wondered