It might look as though I’m regressing. 48 hours ago, I picked up Danica McKellar’s book for 11-13 year old girls, “Math Doesn’t Suck,” and have compulsively gone through 10 chapters and two mechanical pencils.
I’ll admit it: at the end of the last post, when I said I was ready to put the puzzles down, I was wrong. Should I be revising my resume? Yes. Is a refresher course on complex fractions really necessary now? No. So what am I going to do next? Chapter 11!
It’s not that crazy, really. After so many days and weeks and months of ambiguity, it makes sense that I would want to dwell in a place of concrete answers. Solving math problems page after page is showing me that
- there are answers, and it’s not impossible to get to them.
- it’s never too late to develop skills I had given up on.
- whatever I think I know about myself isn’t the end of the story.
So this time, the process of self-discovery begins with multiplication and long division. I’m really looking forward to the algebra.