Growing up, the subject I feared most was math, the teacher I feared most was math teacher, the exam I feared most was math exam, and the homework I feared most was math homework... In one sentence: I fear everything. Something to do with math. Of course, except for boys with good math scores, they have always been endlessly charming to me. Although I am not as beautiful as the heroines of Taiwanese idol dramas, I have always had their bad math scores. I know that this is not a glorious thing, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Some time ago, a male classmate who was in the second grade of primary school suddenly said to me when chatting with me on WeChat: "I said you are really a legend. I remember you before the sixth grade." Your math scores were very bad. You didn’t pass the test a few times. You were almost always at the bottom. Then I don’t know what happened to you. You suddenly counterattacked and it was as if you failed in math.”
Me:...
And he didn’t say this once, but three times, four times, and five times, each time with curiosity and disbelief. Although I feel uncomfortable hearing this, because it seems to have rejected all my hard work for a year, and only used the tacky word "legend" to summarize the history of my struggle. His words brought back endless memories of my mathematics learning career in primary school.
1. The counterattack of the mentally retarded and diaosi in the second grade of elementary school
I started attending preschool in 2000. At that time, I was 6 years old, and my math within 100 was already advanced. Under the careful guidance of my family, I almost "mastered" it, so I scored the first and last and only 100 points in my life in the first unit of mathematics in kindergarten. I still clearly remember the joy. All the numbers tested in that unit were within 10, and definitely no more than 11.
But the tragedy is that from then on, my math scores " plummeted " at a very stable rate, and finally stabilized at around 40 points. By the second semester of fourth grade, my math scores There is almost no room for regression in mathematics, and no one seems to be able to save me. I have a cousin who went to school with me. She is only three months older than me. We are always inseparable. We study together and take exams together. However, although the learning environment is the same, the results are always so different. In one unit, she scored 98 points, ranking first in the class, while I only scored 48 points. Although I was not ranked last, this score still hit me hard. After all, my sister’s math scores are also so good, and she can stay in the top three in every test.
Every time my sister gets my math report card, she is full of shock and disbelief. When she explains math problems to me and my cousin, she always says: "How's it going? Do you understand?" My cousin always nodded frequently, but I was so confused that I almost fell asleep. Because my sister felt sorry for my stupidity, she patiently told me the story three more times. In order to cater to my taste, she also came up with three different solutions to the problem with good intentions, but in the end I still couldn't listen. You know, my sister is completely speechless. She has a bit of a bad temper, so every time she lectures me on a topic, she turns into an unbearable roar at the end, adding: Oh, it’s really crazy. I will never give it to me again in the future. You said it! My father's attitude towards me is slightly better. He has the same irritable temper as my sister, but fortunately he doesn't dislike me as much as my sister. After all, he is his biological son. Every time he taught me a math topic, he could persist until the end, and he would not blame me for being stupid. He talked for a long time, and even though I still couldn’t understand it in the end, I felt as if my dad had been talking for a long time, so I could only feel guilty. I lied and said, "Dad, I understand this question." My dad was relieved after hearing my words and let out a long sigh of relief. From then on, what I was most afraid of when studying mathematics was when others asked me, "Do you understand?" Because I never fully understood it. I really don't want to be a bad boy who lies, so don't force me. In ordinary mathematics classes, every time the mathematics teacher said, "Let's invite a few students to come up and do some after-school questions," it was the most nervous moment for me. My nerves were tense, for fear that the teacher would call me. Fortunately, the teacher has not called me a few times over the years, but after years of training in math classes, my heart's endurance has become very strong, and I will not be easily hit.
First-grade mathematics becomes more difficult the further you go, and my speed calculation ability is particularly poor. My reaction to addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division over 10 starts to slow down. During the exam, questions like "18+19=?, 28+36=?" seem to me to be similar to how most people feel when watching a Mathematical Olympiad. I always couldn't count by counting my fingers. At that time, I was always annoyed that the number of human fingers was so small that it delayed my answer time. I had to look down at my toes to continue counting. No matter how big the number was, , sometimes the total number of fingers and toes is not enough. At this time, I have to look at the fingers and toes of my deskmate. Sometimes I even have to add the fingers and toes of the classmate next to my deskmate. As a result, the teacher stared at me every time I took an exam, always thinking that I was seriously suspected of cheating. What worries me even more is that when the numbers are large, I will count them incorrectly. Mistakes like "68, 69, 80...", "78, 79, 90..." are commonplace for me.
Even if I finally get it right, sometimes I forget what I'm going to do because I stare at other people's toes for so long, and then I don't know which number I've reached. At this time, my heart always collapses.
I remember that the knowledge point of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two-digit numbers was a learning content in the second grade. My reverse thinking was so bad that I couldn't turn around every time. For example, if you ask me "7×8＝?", I can quickly get 56, but if you ask me "56÷7＝?", I have to get seven from one seven, fourteen from two seven, and so on. It is not finished until you have memorized seven or eight and reached fifty-six. What's even worse is that there is no concept of "remainder" in my mind. If the question is "57÷7＝?", after memorizing all the multiplication tables, I find that there is no answer I want, and I begin to doubt the correctness of the question, but fortunately I hold it in and do not ask the teacher, otherwise I will There must be another joke for the rest of my life. After kindergarten and before sixth grade, I could never answer any math test paper within the specified time.
It is very painful for me to recite the multiplication formula. I can memorize ancient poems after reading them two or three times, but the multiplication formula is like a bible, and I always have trouble remembering it. One time, the math teacher selected several group leaders to supervise our recitation of multiplication tables, and stipulated that students who could not recite the multiplication tables were not allowed to go home for dinner. As a result, I carried it for more than an hour without being able to turn my back on my back once. Everyone left, and the team leader almost fainted from hunger. Later, I couldn't stand how serious and responsible he was, so I told him to let me go quickly. Well, then you can go back to eat. I guarantee that I will memorize everything by heart when I get home. I will recite it to you in the afternoon. But he actually believed my lies and let me go home. From then on, in order to "dodge the debt", I would recite it to you after school. He grabbed his schoolbag and ran outside. I still owe that boy the multiplication table, and I still haven’t paid it back.
After seeing this, do you really have deep doubts about my IQ? If you think my math is really hopeless, if you think my math will continue to be this bad, then you are wrong. Before fifth grade, I always thought so. But my fifth-grade math teacher really brought my math scores back to life, and from then on I embarked on a passing route and reached the pinnacle of my life.
The fifth-grade math teacher is from our village. He knows our "in details" very clearly, almost like a "household census". The way he handed out test papers is still fresh in my memory. Every time he handed out a test paper, he would ask for two names. The format was "so-and-so, so-and-so's daughter, so-and-so points." The first so-and-so was the student's name. The second so-and-so is the name of the student’s father, and the third so-and-so is our score. The students who did well in the exam were proud and received their "honor list" with bright faces, while the students who failed in the exam had to blush and lower their heads to receive the "judgments" one after another. To be honest, the teacher's behavior scared me. I am very face-conscious and have a very strong self-esteem, so this was a big blow to me. From then on, I made up my mind to learn mathematics well. If I failed, I would be embarrassed, but I couldn't lose my father's face as well. Maybe some people think that my fifth-grade math teacher’s approach is a bit excessive, but it is still acceptable to me, because he has no ill intentions. Our scores are so “horrible” that most people have no intention of learning, so he The old man had no choice but to take this "special measure" to stimulate us.
Strangely enough, since I made up my mind, I don’t have as much pain when studying mathematics as before, and I can gradually understand the alien language spoken by the mathematics teacher in class. I discovered for the first time that my math teacher and I could communicate. It was also at that time that I learned two-digit division. One day, I was watching the teacher solve two division math problems on the blackboard, and I suddenly had an idea. Then my math score changed from 40 points to 60 points or even 70 points.
Students with excellent math scores are mostly similar, while students with poor scores are all different. For example, I am the kind of person whose IQ is always not online, but fortunately I am a child with a bit of perseverance.
When I was in the sixth grade, I met another good teacher, my head teacher. With his help, I refreshed my math score record over the years again and again, as if I was cheating. When I slowly grew into a 13-year-old young girl, and was content with passing math, my head teacher made me see the reality clearly. He said, kid, I think your Chinese and English are good, but 62 points in math is a bit low. This test score is very dangerous. In fact, only the devil knows that at that time, there was no concept of "quiz" in my mind, nor did I think about the direction of life, the pillar of the motherland, or anything like that. After the teacher's advice, I immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. Yes, I have to do better in the exam. I have to get a score of 90 in math to be worthy of everyone.
So from that time on, I followed the steps of my mathematics teacher and studied mathematics for a semester. I completed quantitative exercises under the supervision of the teacher every day. The teacher constantly revised and revised the questions for me. explain. By the second semester, my math score was basically stable at around 90 points, and I even made a surprise in the quiz, scoring 97 points. This really washed away the humiliation of my mathematics and made me so proud. But then again, you all know about the quiz. The math questions are so simple that even a casual person can get "90 points" on the test. I really don't deserve to be so proud.
2. Obscurity and blockbuster success in junior high school
From the first day of school, I was destined to struggle with mathematics. In junior high school, I had to struggle with mathematics again.
The process of studying mathematics in Jiangzhen Primary School made me realize the fact: I am a girl with an average IQ and slow reaction. I can pass the math exam through hard work, but it is difficult to achieve excellence.
When I was learning positive and negative numbers in the first grade of junior high school, I was often confused by the simple positive and negative signs. One time, I was asked by my teacher to do an after-school exercise. I reversed the direction of a very simple number line question about positive and negative numbers. The math teacher frowned and looked disgusted at me. He said, "Are you a pig?" You can get simple questions wrong. I felt quite sad when I heard it, otherwise I would still remember it after all these years. But I feel very guilty. Maybe I feel that I am really sorry for the teacher’s careful teaching and my extremely serious preview before class. I also thought carefully about whether my brain is the same as a pig's brain, and I came to the conclusion: Damn it, of course I am not a pig's brain!
My math scores at that time really held me back. Every time I took the monthly exam, my total score was one galaxy away from the first place, and my math score was indispensable. Those top math scorers all scored over 140 or even 150, but I could only stare at the test paper every time. The bright red and dazzling "70" or "80" on it is in a daze, and the heart is full of hurt and despair.
I have a best friend whose current boyfriend was a celebrity in front of my math teacher back then. Even now he can laugh and cry when he talks about my math. He very seriously recalled the time when I asked him a math question. I told him once that I didn’t understand, and I still shook my head after saying it again. I still didn’t understand it after saying it again, and he was about to start questioning his own level. Fortunately, he finally found his confidence among many female classmates except me. I think I should thank all the people who have patiently explained math problems to me. They all have extraordinary perseverance and patience. They are really great.
Of course, I said that I am a person who "knows shame and then becomes brave". During this period, a small incident happened, which made me determined to work hard to improve my math scores.
When I was in the third grade of junior high school, my math teacher once gave a very important example. Although I listened very carefully, it was very difficult and I couldn’t understand it at all. As a result, after explaining the example problem, the teacher wiped the problem-solving steps on the blackboard clean with "swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe out" out of the wind. The teacher cleared his throat and said loudly: "Did everyone understand the question just now?" It is undeniable that the teacher is a good teacher, the method is a good method, and the environment is a good environment, but I just can't understand it. At that time, except for me In addition, all the students responded in unison: "I understand," their voices were particularly neat and loud. I have a vague premonition. Sure enough, the teacher looked down at the list on the podium and said with a smile: "Classmate Chen Snail, please repeat the teacher's problem-solving ideas just now." My mind went blank, I stood up and hesitated for a long time, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had to say guiltily: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't understand just now." The smile froze on the teacher's face, and she asked me to sit down expressionlessly, and said some more to us If you want to be sincere, let us learn mathematics and do some snacks and the like. Only then did I realize that the teacher didn’t think I didn’t understand. She thought I was distracted in class and wasn’t paying attention at all. It seems that the teacher overestimated my IQ. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. But there really is that kind of person who is born with a bad affinity for mathematics and cannot understand even if he takes it seriously. I received 10,000 points of blows and injuries. At the same time, I also understood that a math level like mine had a weak foundation and could shake the earth. Others will understand it after hearing it once, but I may not understand it after hearing it three times. I can only let the stupid bird fly first.
So, from that class onwards, whenever there was a math class, I would prepare fully in advance. One night I finished my homework for other subjects at 11:30 p.m. At 11:30 p.m. we had to turn off the lights and go to bed, but I couldn't sleep at the thought of having to attend two math classes the next morning. I stood up like a carp, grabbed the lamp, carried the table, moved the stool, and quietly sneaked into the toilet to study at night. It took me three hours to solve the problem that others could solve in one hour. While I was immersed in my calculations, one of my roommates got up to take a pee, and I burst into her sight without warning with my fluffy mushroom head on my head. She screamed, thinking she had seen a ghost, and almost had a heart attack. However, she was completely moved by my Xiaoqiang spirit of "As long as you can't learn to die, you will learn by death". Not only did she not beat me to death, but she also forgave me. When I finally finished writing the last number, I looked at the time and saw it was already half past two in the morning. I dragged my exhausted body onto the bed and quickly fell asleep happily. When I was combing my hair the next morning, I saw myself looking haggard in the mirror: the circles under my eyes were so dark that I felt like I had been punched twice inexplicably, my double eyelids had become four layers, my eyes were bloodshot, and I looked haggard. Unbearable, listless. But strangely enough, I didn't feel sleepy in math class. It was like taking a shot of chicken blood. I always wanted to earn back the face I had thrown away, but until I graduated, the math teacher never called me in class again. name.
I have always had a hard time learning mathematics. The progress is slow and the process is painful. However, I always believe that although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. I am like a snail, One step at a time.
In the 2010 high school entrance examination, I finally scored 140 points, the only score in junior high school. However, this score is somewhat accidental and lucky. At that time, the last 5-point multiple-choice question in the math test was relatively difficult, and I couldn't calculate it at all. So after studying the probability of the answers to the four options ABCD and ABCD in the previous 14 multiple-choice questions, I chose "B" and took the exam. The time was over, and the moment the bell rang, I regretted it. I suddenly wanted to choose "D", but the invigilator kept shouting: "You are not allowed to answer any more questions, put down the pen in your hand!" The situation was like the police calling a gangster. Don't move, just put down the gun in your hand. The moment the teacher mercilessly tried to take away my answer sheet, I pitifully said to the teacher, "Teacher, I will change one option. I just calculated it." But the teacher ignored me and took me away. The test paper made my heart feel cold and cold. After leaving the examination room, I quickly jumped over and asked my best friend, what was the answer to the last question? As a result, she definitely said it was B. I looked in disbelief. In other words, although the teacher was cruel to me, he actually protected my 5 points. What a dramatic scene. If I had changed my life and death, everything would have changed. All will be rewritten.
3. The dying struggle and lack of light in high school
During my long 14-year study career, mathematics has always been inseparable from me, but we can never cultivate that kind of profound revolution. Friendship always means falling in love and killing each other at every turn.
High school was the most difficult period for me to learn mathematics. Every test was a disaster for me. However, fortunately, I have gone through countless hardships on the road to learning mathematics over the years and have become invincible. In the first semester of my freshman year of high school, I didn’t pass any unit in mathematics. Those function graphs and all kinds of weird and abstract expressions could torture me to death every minute. I really don’t understand why the math teacher praises those function graphs every day. As for aesthetics, I really can’t appreciate things like symmetry and roundness. The female teacher who taught me mathematics in the first year of high school was a female teacher. She was quick in thinking, quick in solving problems, and loved deformation. It’s not that the teacher liked deformation, but she liked deforming the questions. She always hoped that we could draw inferences from one example, but I always failed the teacher. A lot of hard work. Every time the teacher has transformed the question for the fourth time, my thinking is still stuck on the first transformation and I can't turn around. To be honest, this is the math teacher I am most afraid of, because she is like a tireless loom, weaving fresh textures for the cloth, and I am a snail, and I will never follow. Not keeping up with the teacher's pace, I once suffered from severe indigestion in mathematics. Since I never learned new knowledge, I was naturally at a loss for the exam. In the end, I could only guess at the 5-point fill-in-the-blank question because I didn’t know how to calculate it. The amazing thing is that I once guessed two fill-in-the-blank questions correctly. The answer was a cute type of "-1, 0, 1". I was so impressed with myself that I got an extra 10 inexplicably that time. Unfortunately, I failed in math in the end.
During the summer vacation of the first semester of high school, my class teacher called me. I knew that even though I didn’t want to, I still had to face my grades. The teacher teased me and said, "Classmate Chen Snail, the final grades are out." I nodded and smiled awkwardly. The teacher said I have two pieces of news here, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear first? ? I said bitter comes first and then sweet, so let’s talk about the bad first. The teacher actually laughed heartily and said, "It's really strange. You are simply going to extremes. The bad news is your math. In this math, you are the last in our class. Ah, you only scored 59 points." I After listening to the calm expression on his face, it was expected, ah, mathematics is really a pain for me forever! Then the teacher said, the good news is that you are number one in the whole grade in Chinese. Of course I couldn't be happy at this moment. After all, the amount of water a barrel can hold is determined by its short board, not its long board. My heart was extremely heavy.
After studying mathematics for so many years and walking such a long road, I have come back to the starting point. How sad I must be. Later, of course I could guess with my toes that after liberal arts were divided into subjects, I chose liberal arts without hesitation. I had no choice but to choose liberal arts. My poor grades in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, which I spent a whole semester studying for, left me with no choice at all.
Although I studied liberal arts mathematics when I was a sophomore in high school, high school mathematics requires much higher understanding ability. I am not very good at abstract thinking, so it was quite difficult to learn it. I was in a top class at that time. Every time when the teacher handed out test papers, he said that everyone did well in the test this time. When only one or two students in the class failed, there was no need to guess. That "one classmate" must be me, and the "two" students would have failed. One of them must be my classmates.”
Because I faced the brutal college entrance examination, I could only force myself to do all kinds of boring and obscure math problems every day. Maybe I didn’t find a huge learning motivation in high school math, so my math scores It is neither plague nor fire. My math scores in the college entrance examination were not ideal either. They were below average. I scored 112 points in 2013 and even lower in 2014, with only 108 points.
I have written so much in a verbose manner. I believe many people will find the confidence to learn mathematics in my story. At least I am not as good as most people in terms of mathematics learning. But, for better or for worse, my story with mathematics has always come to an end. When I went to college and majored in Chinese, I never studied mathematics again, and no one forced me to study mathematics. But the past days of me studying mathematics have been engraved into the annual rings of my life, and have become an extremely affectionate memory. Time will never go back, and I will never have such an unforgettable learning time again.