December 2, 2011
Sitting here helping Claire do her homework reminds me of evenings at my parent’s huge dining room table doing math homework. OH – MY – GOD, I HATED IT. Still do (sorry, math friends). I would do everything except the math. I would make noises, pick at my skin. kick my feet, try to make myself burp so I could laugh at the noises, etc… I would also look up the answers in the back of the book and mess around. The only math praise I ever remember was about third grade when my math teacher told me I was good because I could make my “nines” look like a real nine rather than a stick with a circle head. Looks like I knew how to draw and write. Go figure.