I have a problem with anger. It usually shows up when I can not figure something out or do something right. For example, the other night at Dutch Dance practice, I could NOT figure out a few moves. I thought I had it down, when we did it slowly with out the music, then the music started and I literally just STOOD there. Everyone else was spinning, grape-vining and sliding around the room and I was standing in one spot trying not to cry/yell/stomp out and quit entirely.
It is just a regular cozy night in the Zuidema household, a game of Rummikub, some Super Mario Bros and a little bit of harrassing the kitten when Hanna decided to finish her homework. Math. 4th grade Math. I did not even understand one simple tiny question. I realized that there were questions and each question had words and numbers in it, but what those words say and what they had to do with the pictures of triangles… I have NO idea. And I have a Master’s Degree.
Lucky me (and Hanna), Josh is home and was able to help her. So he was reading the questions out loud and both of them are having some trouble understanding how to figure the problem out. So this is what I hear: “Write the letter name of the scalene triangle” and “Which figure has 90 degree rotational symmatry, explain”. And the best: “Farida is making a pennant in the shape of a right triangle. It has a base of 12 inches and a height of 5 inches. Its other side is 13 inches long. If Farida cuts the pennant out of a 15 inch square of felt, how many square inches of felt does she have left? Make a sketch and explain your thinking.”
This gets my blood boiling. No offense all you math people out there, but what in the WORLD, does this question have to do with anything that anyone will ever need to do in their life. And I have to sit hear and listen to my daughter think through this and I am angry.
I have the paper in front of me now, I see her answer and I still have no idea how she even began to answer this, let alone get it right. The more I think about it the more angry I get. How do people even think these things up? If you wanted to torture me in some horrible prisoner of war camp, forget all those other crazy cruel forms of torture. Put a story problem in front of me and tell me when I solve it I can leave. I will be there forever.