Alright, so buckle up, it's story time.
So when I was in elementary school, I was great at math. In second grade, I was teaching myself long division and exponents while all of those other kids were still working on subtraction with the teacher. My only problem was that I was S L O W at doing the problems. Like, I never got a wrong answer, but it took me about three times longer than the other kids to ascertain my answer, because I had to be SURE I was right.
Anyways, third grade rolls around, and I get this JERK of a teacher. Mean lady. Used to be in the military. So we get to doing these sheets (which if you don't know what these are, first of all god has blessed you, second of all you have to do ALL the problems on the page in under a minute and you can only miss two) and, being the slow but careful math person that I am, I don't ever get these done. And because of that, my teacher thought I was just bad at math. So time progresses, I eventually become more confident. We reach the
end of the year, and I'm the only one to have never beaten this. And the real kicker was, as soon as you finished one of these, you got a bowl of ice cream. And god damn did I want that ice cream. So I went home the week before the last week of school, and I started crying to my mom about this, who had NO idea that I had been being held back in math for this, and immediately went a raised a stink about it. Of course, my teacher was a bitch about it and said that I hadn't proven I was good enough at math. So by this point, I was just pissed. I told her to give me a math problem, ANY math problem and I would solve it. Just don't give me a time limit. She agrees, and gives me a quadratic equation and tells me to solve for x. 5 minutes later, I have my solutions. Bitch is fucking shellshocked. Still won't let me move up in math though. So my mom gets the principal involved, my teacher is put on probation, and I get to do math on my own for the rest of elementary school.
Oh, and remember how I said we'd get ice cream if we finished? Well, I never did, so my mom brought me my lunch the next day.
Along with a gallon of cookie dough ice cream.
I ate the whole thing, staring teacher bitch dead in the eye the whole damn time.
I actually am similar to you in that aspect. Slow at math, but I'm damned good at it. Except for the numbers part. I'm shit at basic math, but give me higher stuff and I will do pretty well with it. Only two reasons I get answers wrong: Either I didn't understand the problem of my basic math threw the answer off. So that was a bitch in elementary school, on top of my anxiety issues. They tried to take me to a quiet place where I could say the answers out loud instead of writing them, but the problem was always the timing part. And I also hate flash cards with a burning passion. But you know what? I did geometry in 8th grade and algebra 2 as a freshman, I should have gone straight to pre-calc as a sophomore but I opted to take a year off. Then junior year I had an anxiety attack and got moved from pre-calc to IB discreet. Now I'm back in pre-calc when I should be done with calculus already. Also, I had a bitch science/PE teacher for 2 years in middle school and the after a month the
We did this every day in 4th grade. We had 81 multiplication problems. I got it down to 39 seconds to do them all. I was still second place to an Asian girl named Chi.
Our teacher had this thing where there are 10 of these sheets with the problems on it. Like each time we would do get 90% or higher correct, we'd get a part to our ice cream sundae. Like, the easiest to get was the bowl, then the banana, the whip cream, the ice cream balls, the dressing, and then the cherry on top. The hardest to get was the frickin cherry. But guess what who got a full sundae? Me
So when I was in elementary school, I was great at math. In second grade, I was teaching myself long division and exponents while all of those other kids were still working on subtraction with the teacher. My only problem was that I was S L O W at doing the problems. Like, I never got a wrong answer, but it took me about three times longer than the other kids to ascertain my answer, because I had to be SURE I was right.
Anyways, third grade rolls around, and I get this JERK of a teacher. Mean lady. Used to be in the military. So we get to doing these sheets (which if you don't know what these are, first of all god has blessed you, second of all you have to do ALL the problems on the page in under a minute and you can only miss two) and, being the slow but careful math person that I am, I don't ever get these done. And because of that, my teacher thought I was just bad at math. So time progresses, I eventually become more confident. We reach the
Along with a gallon of cookie dough ice cream.
I ate the whole thing, staring teacher bitch dead in the eye the whole damn time.