Yesterday I was vacuuming and thinking about geometry. Don’t ask. It is impossible to tell you why things pop into my head.
I was thinking about taking geometry in the 10th grade and how I hated it because I’d get papers back with “well written proof but it’s wrong” scrawled across the top. I had at least 4 teachers that year–they all left for a variety of reasons. One, I found out years later, was a raging alcoholic. He showed up at a Don’t Drink thing at the college I went to and told his sad story of how he bailed on a 10th grade geometry class. Man, what are the odds that a smart-ass would say from the back of the room that she was in that class?
Anyway, back to not liking geometry. The class should have been like a dream for me. You make up a story and as long as it’s believable it’s right…wrong. It always annoyed me that the rules for all other writing were just tossed right out the door. Seriously, if you think about writing a story, poem, research paper or whatnot, it is always important that you make it make sense. If you want to write about the little people who live in the front yard, make people believe it and you are on your way to a good story.
Too bad math isn’t like that.
Math totally sucks. I sucked at math in high school and today I still suck at it. My 13 year old sucks at it, too. I just got back from meeting with all his teachers….his math sucks the worst.
Don’t think any of my math teachers were raging alcoholics…if they were, I didn’t know about it. Heh!