I've always been darn bad at Math. Starting in 8th grade I think. High School Math was awful. I took Geometry because the teacher was cute. Such was my thinking about Math. College Math was no better. If you are a believer in multiple intelligences you'll recognize that we can have great aptitude for some things and not for others. My aptitude is certainly not with Math, although I've learned more Math after school than I did all throughout it. They were just teaching Math as if skill, aptitude, context, etc. did not matter. It was dry, and too fast.
On the other hand, I was a wiz with words. I could look at a table with words and make sense of it quickly. I loved history, literature, poetry, argument, politics... you name it, the humanities and I got along very well. I could make sense of strings of words, read voraciously, could articulate my thoughts in writing well early on, and could manipulate language, derive interpretation from literary texts, etc. To this day, when I look at a chart full of numbers I have to truly focus on understanding the relationships. When I look at words on a chart or table, or some such diagram, it is as if the words speak to me. Indeed, many years ago I became a member of Mensa by passing the Millers Analogies Test with a score that surpassed the needed percentile for admission. Hey! words? analogies? I'm there baby. Then again, I let that membership lapse and have never rejoined. Perhaps now they weed out bums like me!
The following quote by Stephen Wright (at least attributed to him) encapsulates well how I think about Math:
"When I turned two I was really anxious, because I'd doubled my age in a year. I thought, if this keeps up, by the time I'm six I'll be ninety."
Of course, my experience in life now has been that the older I get the less I know, even though I get smarter at not knowing some things. A sure sign of intelligence I think.
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