Thursday, March 27, 2008
This post is not related to illness--unless you count Mathaphobia as a sickness.
Here's my bold confession. Oh, boy. This is a tough one. Are you ready?
I, Tiffany Christensen, at age 34 and of sound mind and relatively sound body, do not know my multiplication tables.
Yes. You read that right. I don't know what 7 x 4 is. I have to use a calculator.
Last night, my hubs and I were talking about this sad and disturbing fact, of which he accurately likened to me not being able to read. We were able to trace it back to elementary school. My teacher had a technique for teaching multiplication which consisted of students coming in to see her one by one and being drilled on random multiplication equations.
What's 8 x 3?
What's 7 x 9
What's 12 x 3
You got 2 seconds or less to answer or else...I don't know what the "or else" was but I was terrified of it!
This is not a good way to teach me stuff. I have panic attacks when I watch "Jeopardy" with Alex Trebec! That kind of pressure makes my brain freeze...and when it come to my times tables my brain has never thawed out.
After that, I was the one my teachers always brought to the front of the room to do equations on the chalk board--oh, that really helped my anxiety, let me tell you! I imagine they thought they were giving me special attention but they were really just giving me a heart attack.
I have lived as a Mathaphobe my whole life. You might wonder why I don't learn my multiplication tables now--good question. Maybe it's time to conquer my Elementary School demons!
In the meantime, if you see me counting on my fingers, please don't make fun. Just hand me a calculator. Thank you.