Today, I turned into my teenage self. I was doing a maths test and found myself back in year 10 failing all over again. After the class had done about six questions, Martin went through them and of course I had every one wrong. All the questions seemed to me to be quantum physics. None of the formulas I was supposed to have learned came readily to mind, so I did something I rarely do: I cried. I am sixty-six years old and I am still failing maths. I would like to equate maturity with things mathematical, unfortunately like all my calculations I am once more mistaken. We have another test next week so I have decided to get a huge block of chocolate, secrete some whiskey in my water bottle and let the games begin. I may not pass the test but I will be happy, very happy.
I dont think the whiskey will be of much help my dear. It could fog the brain matter even more! You are stressing on the maths far to much. You have a couple of good friends willing to help and that Teacher Martin sounds like a treasure. I just wish you could have had him as a teacher when you were 16 you may not have the same aversion to maths as you do now. I really think that our teachers have a lot to do with how we react to the current situations in our lives. Mine was a rotten maths teacher in high School - no way of teaching except from the book, why are some people able to go a different path but still get the same answer. There are many ways to skin a cat as they say and it is an amazing person who is able to get through to many people on the same subject. It isnt always the one way suits all.
ReplyDeleteI believe you will be great on the day. Forget that it is a test and you will be fine.