Today seemed as good a day as any to get the household kindergartener started on a long life of Adventures In Mathematics. He's been asking for it, the iron is hot, all that sort of thing. So I fetched the math primer and the unit blocks and summoned Spuddy Buddy to the kitchen table ("Oh! I'm doing math! Like sisters!! Yippee!!!"). I put on my Happy Math Face and proceeded with Lesson 1. I thought it went very well.
At the end, however, my young scholar said flatly, "So, that was it?"
"That's your math for today!" I chirped.
A thoughtful pause. Then, all incredulous,
"SO...umm... how am I supposed to learn math from THAT?"
OK, then. Only thirteen years to go.
February 17, 2005
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What does a Happy Math FAce look like? The Deputy Headmistress suspects that she needs to develop one of her own. She suspects that baring her teeth and scowling isn't working.
Bless that darling child's heart.
My Math Prof uses a Happy Math Face, but I tend to view it is a I Know All This Stuff You Don't Know Face.
Headgirl, I heartily sympathise. I watch algebra lessons on DVD and one of the 4 tutors (I've named them all, his name is Cal) wiggles his nose like a weasel when he talks, and at the end of each lesson he twists his mouth (I can't call it smiling) benignly in an expression that says, "YOu poor little dear, I understood that lesson and you didn't, but I'm not going to do anything about it, because I am The Great Cal!"
Headgirl, I heartily sympathise. I watch algebra lessons on DVD and one of the 4 tutors (I've named them all, his name is Cal) wiggles his nose like a weasel when he talks, and at the end of each lesson he twists his mouth (I can't call it smiling) benignly in an expression that says, "YOu poor little dear, I understood that lesson and you didn't, but I'm not going to do anything about it, because I am The Great Cal!"
or it's the: "I've Assigned Homework. You Will Come In With Many Questions Because You Didn't Really Listen" face.
A relation of mine, I call him the KID, is so obsessed with math that he asks for problems at the supper table when perfectly good pasta is sitting in front of him!
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