Personal Narrative: My Success In A Math Class
When I look at a math problem, my mind goes completely blank. I feel stupid, and I can’t remember how to do even the simplest things.
I’ve hated math ever since I was nine years old, when my father grounded me for a week because I couldn’t learn my multiplication tables.
In math there’s always one right answer, and if you can’t find it you’ve failed. That makes me crazy.
Math exams terrify me. My palms get sweaty, I breathe too fast, and often I can’t even make my eyes focus on the paper. It’s worse if I look around, because I’d see everybody else working, and know that I’m the only one who can’t do it.
I’ve never been successful in any math class I’ve ever taken. I never understand what the teacher is saying, so my mind just wanders.
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I’ve hated math ever since I was nine years old, when my father grounded me for a week because I couldn’t learn my multiplication tables.
In math there’s always one right answer, and if you can’t find it you’ve failed. That makes me crazy.
Math exams terrify me. My palms get sweaty, I breathe too fast, and often I can’t even make my eyes focus on the paper. It’s worse if I look around, because I’d see everybody else working, and know that I’m the only one who can’t do it.
I’ve never been successful in any math class I’ve ever taken. I never understand what the teacher is saying, so my mind just wanders.
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