Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My intelligence and success in school were always points of pride for me when I was younger. Classes were generally a breeze for me and I rarely had to try very hard. "Rarely" being the key word. Superman has his Kryptonite and I have mine: Math. Calculus, algebra, basic math; it doesn't matter. They're all terrifying words to me. The one and only negative note my mother ever received about me was that I was struggling with my math lessons. I. Was. Mortified. From that point on, all the way through high school, I did everything I could to cover up my struggles. I cheated. Rather than ask for help, I cheated. Can you imagine the mental relief I would have felt if someone would have set me up with a math tutor? I can tell you one thing, I'll be much more aware and watching for any signs of struggle with my ladies. I don't want them to feel like I did in school.
And hopefully it's not too late to get some math help for me. Someone would help this elderly college student, right?