For the Love of Math
I have never been exceptionally good at math. In high school I glided through math with the ease of a swimmer caught in the rapids. It was not a pretty nor graceful sight! I had to work very hard to get the final grade I got. If Math was the rapids, mental math was Niagara falls. Mental math was as excruciating to me as getting a brain tumor removed. I would literally go numb and my temples would start throbbing whenever someone asked me “What’s 65 added to 13?” (or any mathematical equation for that matter). “Uuhhmm, well... you know what, I have a terrible headache! Why don’t you just use your calculator, it’s much easier!” I would always say. Praise God for the most intelligent person who had the sense to invent the calculator! Needless to say my lack of speed when it came to mental math made me the laughing stock of my family. “What’s 103 minus 65?” my dad would ask. “Uum wait! I can do it!” I would yell. “Never mind I got it, its 38.” H...