Or, to be more specific, I hate math. I do, and trying to not to instil that hate of math in my first grader has been hard, especially when she is throwing fits in her bedroom over basic addition. I can only imagine what introduction to algebra will bring. I may be the one in tears.
I fact I probably will be, because I am taking a basic math class for my degree program and most nights I want to cry. Twelve years ago (geeze I am old) when I was sitting it in my high school algebra class I had friends who were taking advanced Trig and I was scratching my head over a Quadratic Equation. I breezed through Geometry, but Algebra is my nemesis. And, unfortunately, I have come to learn – neigh accept – that it will always be this way.
If my super power was flight, Algebra would be the 20 ton boulder that would fall on top of me. And then I would be dead because 20 tons is a lot of weight and I said I could fly, not be invincible… but, I digress.
Where was I?
Oh yes,
I Hate Algebra
My detest for algebra goes all the way back to the third grade at which point I was In Carol Flowers class and she was teaching us the Multiplication tables, and I was reading ‘Alice in Wonderland’ under my desk… Maybe that’s where I went wrong? I never did master my multiplication tables and to this day I will ask my husband was 7×3 is and he will look at me like I am crazy. Because well – come on! – who doesn’t know their multiplication tables.
The answer to that my friends is simple. Me. I don’t.
Because Math is my Nemesis.
Which means this test that I have on Saturday – will probably kick my ass.
Just Saying…
Wish me luck…
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
