5.) Your least favorite subject in school.
When I was in fourth grade my little sister’s Kindergarten class paired up with us for a reading sessions. The Kindergarteners chose which fourth graders they wanted to read with and I glared at her, shook my head no and made slid my fingers across my neck in an “I will kill you if you sit next to me” motion.
I would NOT be working with my little sister in my own classroom!
I started falling behind in math when I was in 7th grade. A huge majority of my class failed a test and our teacher was all, “I don’t know what’s happening with you guys, but this is serious…” and I raised my hand and was all, “Ummm, no offense, but if so many of us are failing your test I think it’s pretty clear the problem is not with us, but with your inability to teach.”
Blink blink.
We didn’t like each other.
The problem with my little theory is that while the rest of the class came around and moved forward, I still struggled.
My Mom was beside herself when I brought home my first D on a report card.
In high school I took advantage of the answers to all the odd questions in the back of the book and then cried my way through the rest of the problems. I blame math homework for the serious rage I feel when I think I’ve followed instructions for something and it still doesn’t go together properly. And also for my inability to help my kids with their homework without some serious deep breathing exercises.
Perhaps the only rewarding moment that came of my downward spiral with math occurred for my little sister. That small Kindergartner turned into a high school Freshman. She walked into my math class my Senior year and this time I could not threaten her to leave. She smiled, pulled up a seat next to mine and proceeded to Ace that class.
I got a C.
Maybe.