There were many reasons I did not do well this year. It was my first time at a public school, the class was large, and the teacher did not explain things very well. I remember how hard it was learning how to factor, when later on in a different math class, I learned how it should not have been difficult. Since I didn’t do well in Algebra 1, it almost set me up for failure for the rest of high school. I never got anything anything less than a C, but grades have always been important to me.
I did not know this going into this class because I was completely caught off guard with all the manipulatives students do now. Multiplication was not my favorite in elementary school because I would always get confused and learning the ways students do now confused me even more. I had never heard of the lattice method or used manipulatives to solve multiplication like students do now. I think it is great because if I were given these options maybe I could have done better. Learning all the conceptual ways made me nervous about teaching elementary math because I thought I was never going to understand it.
Over the years I’ve learned to be proud of myself when it comes to math because it is a hard subject and a B is still excellent. That hasn’t always been the case though. I remember staying after classes in Elementary school to get help from a teacher because I couldn’t get the material. I remember the countless days in my teacher’s classroom going over math trying to wrap my head around something others perceived to be so simple yet so complex in my mind. At a young age, my mindset was “I hate math and math hates me so why do I even try”.
Albert’s reaction wasn’t positive, he just isolated himself more. May be his failure in elementary school was due to the fact that he rejected to be taught by others. He preferred to teach himself instead. So when he was a teenager he taught himself advanced Mathematics and science. Einstein carried on with this pattern of independent study for the rest of his life.
Ethan did fairly well on most assignments, but he was failing all of his labs because he was not following directions. Even after Jennifer voiced her concerns to Ethan and went over the lab procedure again, he started slowly turning in subpar assignments. Ethan was becoming comfortable. Jennifer found it troubling that Ethan received an A on his first big writing project for his father especially considering that he was not the strongest writer. Jennifer is also aware that this situation has not been as ideal as Nathan had hoped.
Many students in the United States believe that homework is a waste of their time and does not positively affect their test grades. They also feel that homework is tiring and a complete waste of their time. They constantly find themselves coming home after a long day of school, only to remember that school hasn’t necessarily left them. Homework ends up being done in a hurry, by students fighting fatigue, and poor quality work is produced. Worse still, students who have been up late trying to finish off their homework, then come tired into school the next day, and therefore are less ready to learn.
Standards are lowered as students are continually cheated of the material necessary to independently survive in the "real" world. The realization that I was cheated by social promotion finally came about my senior year of high school. As far back as I can remember I have had problems with math, but I passed every year up until I met Coach Taylor. He was a nonconformist in nearly every sense of the word. He definitely did not jump on the bandwagon of socially promoting students.
Do I have a math Phobia? I would not say that I have a math phobia, because when I understand the math I am doing I really enjoy it. Math is like a puzzle and it is comforting to know that there is one right answer. In high school, however, I was not a fan of math. My math teachers were not the greatest and I had a lot of trouble grasping the concepts, which made me overly anxious for the tests.
The story starts off in preschool where it isn’t a big deal if you could read or not, but when Adam starts kindergarten he begins to fall behind. By the end of the year, all of his friends know the alphabet, but Adam only knows how to spell his name. In first grade his class started to learn about words, but Adam struggled to identify the different phonemes that made up a word. The helpless feeling caused Adam to become distracted and discouraged, and even with a tutor he couldn’t seem to catch up. In second grade, he had to start learning how to spell, but he could only memorize the shapes of some words, and his peers began to tease him.
I was finally glad my hard work had paid off. However the transition from middle school into high school did not sit well with me and I truly struggled in a few of my classes to the point of my father feeling compelled to help me study. My father was and still is a busy man, but he made time to explain different complicated concepts, come to school to see the midterms and finals I had taken, to then look at and discuss with me what happened. Although I was and am very appreciative of his love and compassion to want me to succeed, I felt worthless. No matter how hard I worked, I was “average.” Fast forwarding to junior year, in my honors pre-calculus class I had one of the oldest, most feared teachers in my high school who happened to love both of my brothers.