15 thoughts on “math: 63/365

  1. I wonder if there’s a specific type of dyslexia that’s for numbers? hmmm…

    I was OK with the basic stuff. In fact, I worked for a couple months for Prudential (back in the late 70s) and some math test I had to take when I was first hired indicated I could be a programmer so they put me in another test session only there was math I’d never seen…probably calculus? Don’t know! Glad I didn’t pass lol

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  2. Embarrassing but true: I lose track whenever I add simple numbers these days. The sight of them makes my mind skip ahead to other things. I had to take statistics twice in b-school and I remember all the concepts but none of the details when it comes to basic calculus. Concepts. That’s where I’m stronger. Details? When it involves numbers, not so much.

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  3. Betsy, I don’t remember concepts or details. All I remember is something about x and y… and a plane flying in one direction and the bird in the other… And I did remember the name of my 8th grade math teacher–Ms. Wade. With numbers, I always check and recheck, but I’m not sure what good it does. I can do some of the harder stuff, but I just don’t have any kind of sense about it–nothing that raises a flag if the result I get makes no sense.

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  4. lol…well, I sure didn’t ’cause I still don’t know what kind of math I was looking at back then! I got through Algebra and slept a lot during Geometry (regretfully ’cause it would’ve come in handy with all the measuring and calculating I’ve had to do for some artwork). School wasn’t my “thing” as a teenager : /

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  5. Yes there is, it is called DYSCALCULUS and I was SO pleased when I discovered that! I always called myself numerically dyslexic!

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  6. I loved all the basic stuff and used to race the cashier when I went with my mom to the grocery store, adding up prices and then calculating tax. I liked algebra b/c it was so regular, and I liked geometry b/c of the proofs. Then I hit pre-calc and my whole body rejected the concept of the imaginary i. It was like a window dropped or a door slammed. It’s not that I couldn’t work whatever problem was at hand–I could b/c I could follow directions. But the imaginary i thing just wouldn’t settle. I kept poking at it and it would ripple at the touch, then solidify again, looking exactly the same, revealing nothing. And that was it. I never wanted to touch or think about a number again. And I’m still like that. When I’m shopping I’ll do quick math to know how much I’ve spent, when I’m adapting recipes or doubling or tripling them, I have to mess with all the fractions and how many teaspoons make a tablespoon, Ada yada. But if you start talking real math with me, my mind literally refuses to engage. Which is a shame, b/c I hear imaginary i is quite the character.

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