Well,
I had to look up my blog post about third grade before I could talk
about sophomore year math class. I wanted to be sure I was not
repeating myself – but apparently I did not give the follow-up to
the third grade story of the freckle-faced red haired-boy who
exchanged love letters with me in the earlier blog, and I get to tell
it now.
Tenth
grade math was geometry. And oh gosh, this was the perfect class for
memorizing. I loved it! Sometimes the problems had me scratching my
head a bit, but once I saw how to solve them, the proofs just came
pouring out. It was a beautiful thing. It was one of the few classes
I ever took where I didn't really need a teacher – the new material
flowed smoothly after what was already known.
So
I was bored in class. And that boy from third grade sat right in
front of me. By high school he walked among the popular cliques and
it would have been surprising to think of him even talking to me at
all. But he turned around when the teacher was giving the day's
lessons, and we chatted and laughed. What a pleasant way to spend an
easy math course!
And
you know I assumed that the class was as easy for him as it was for
me. First of all, geometry was easy, and I thought everyone was
breezing through it. Secondly, the freckle-faced popular red-haired
boy would not have been spending time talking to me if he was not
getting the material, would he?
It
was not until late spring that the teacher was passing back an exam
one day when I happened to see that the boy in the seat in front of
me had failed his exam!
“What
happened?” I exclaimed.
And
he shrugged and said that's the grade he got on all the
exams!
Oh
I felt so terrible! “Am I the reason you are failing geometry? We
talked when you should have been listening?”
“No,”
he said he was never going to get geometry – I had nothing to do
with it.
Maybe
he was right, but even after all this time, I still feel guilty. How
is this angle like that angle? I should have figured it all out
sooner!
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