I'm taking a break from my math class for fifteen minutes (along with my instructor and classmates) and what's going through my mind is a question of where my fear came from. Frankly, I don't know. I had a memory today where I was still in grade one. My teacher pulls out the math booklets and my six-year-old stomach contracts. I don't throw up, but each day I dread that time of day (I think it was the afternoon) where she gets us to put away our reading (my favourite activity) and she pulls out the arithmetic. I was able to do arithmetic and I often did my work even though I dreaded it (like I had a choice). To this day, though, I cannot figure out where this math phobia turned up.
I actually enjoyed math these last couple of days. I still wish I didn't have to do it, but, once I get going and grasp a concept, I"m okay. I get tested, though, and the familiar old ache returns. Someday, I'll find the answer! I'll get it done!
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