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It has been a long time since I was a student — but not so long that I don’t remember most of my teachers in both elementary and high school. Reading, writing, English, penmanship, and spelling came easy for me. Math was where I encountered some difficulty. Algebra did not come easy for me. When I brought home a low grade in that subject, my dad, who was a whiz at math and all other subjects, for that matter, became personally involved in my education. His assistance dealt primarily with the subject I most detested: math.
I still remember those nights at the dining room table where he did his best to instill mathematical principles into my resisting brain. While his tutoring did help some, I nevertheless continued to experience difficulty in math. As much as I wished to blame my teachers’ lack of instructional skill, unfair grading practices, or some other excuse, it was clearly my problem. In order to graduate, I just had to...
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