Why_I_Hate_Math

The Effects of Math on My Life I started to dislike math when I was in the third grade. I did not want to memorize the multiplication tables, just thinking about them now make me cringe. Unlike learning how to read, studying math seemed to have no purpose other than to give me massive feelings of frustration and shattered nerves. The alphabet was a wonderful code that, when deciphered, entertained me with stories and revealed all kinds of secrets about the world.(thesis) Multiplication tables, on the other hand, just told me how much six times nine was. There was no joy in knowing that. Although even in third grade I understood that I shared with many other students a terrible fear and hatred of mathematics. I drew little comfort from that fact. Since then, I have struggled with math for a number of reasons.(transitional sentence) My hate for math became worse when Mr. McCully forced us to participate in his sadistic math wars. Having ordered us to stand in rows, side by side, this enthusiastic man would shout problems at us: "Forty-eight divided by three' . . . Nine times twelve' . . . Three times eight divided by two'" The students who called out the correct answers fastest would win; those of us who answered wrong or not at all would have to sit down. I dreaded losing, that fact that I couldn’t wrench out answers fast enough made me feel like a slow retard. Not only did mathematics seem unimportant and dull, it also became associated in my mind with competition. During the counting contests, I would deliberately give an incorrect answer early on so that I could escape the game quickly. As I grew older, math became worse, like a persistent little brother who insists on being your shadow all the time.(transitional) Negative numbers, I thought, were simply insane. You either have some or none; if you’re negative then there is nothing. Patiently, my older brother would try talking me through the steps when helping me with my homework. Oh, eventually I would puzzle things out (long after the rest of the class had moved on to something else), but I never understood the point of the game. My teachers were always too busy droning out formulas to explain how and why any of these calculations mattered. Who on earth cared about determining the departure times of trains or figuring how long it would take Mary to walk to the playground' Constantly, frustrated by the sheer meaninglessness of it all, I even grew to hate the people and places mentioned in word problems. I imagined trains crashing in the dead of night and little Mary becoming hopelessly lost on his way home from the playground. After years of hating math and only barely passing my classes, I started to compound my difficulties in high school by skipping homework. (transitional) With geometry, of course, that means death. My teachers would punish me by making me stay after school to do--what else'--more math problems. In anger and frustration, I broke pencils and tore paper as I dutifully filled page after page with utterly meaningless calculations. Not surprisingly, I came to associate math with nothing more nor less than pain and heartless punishment. In my recurring nightmares, my head was fractured by fractions and crushed by multiplication signs. I just started college and I’m in math once again, which still has its way of making me queasy. Sometimes at work or on line at the bank, I get that old nervous feeling again, as if Mr. McCully is still out there barking out problems. It's not that I can't do the math; it's just that it is the math! To this day I still struggle with math with my numerous of reasons. Recently, however, a strange thing has happened.(transitional) Since I started college, all those curious questions that my teachers ignored have begun to crop up again. Got a wild hair one day and decided to buy a book called Mathematics for People Who Hate Math. Even though parts of it seem to have been written in a foreign language, I've actually been enjoying the book. In architecture and engineering, in physics and electronics, even in art and music, mathematics does have a purpose and a meaning. Like the letters of the alphabet, numerical signs can tell stories and reveal secrets about the world.(restate thesis) Now, without sadistic teachers conducting drills or staging competitions, I think I might even enjoy learning more about math--on my own terms, at my own pace. But don't you dare throw any problems at me when I'm not looking, because I still get that feeling in my stomach sometimes.