# Personal Narrative: My Recollection Of Mathematics

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Math has always been a favorite subject of mine and although I have never been the insightful mathematician, and I still struggle with abstract math problems, I always have a positive attitude toward the subject. Growing up in the elementary grades, I recall always getting good grades in math, but usually, those math problems only require the use of traditional problem solving methodologies. During that time, I loved solving math problems which involved only numbers, finishing a math problem before my classmates and also helping my fellow classmates. When I think about math in my early years, I realized how easy and uncomplicated the subject was. However, things became more challenging for me when I reached the higher elementary grades, high …show more content…
My first recollection of math takes me back to when I was about four years old. I was in basic school matching numerals with quantity, and counting blocks. We had the hundred, tens, and ones blocks which we used for counting, adding and quantifying. I was also doing basic computation with concrete objects. If I was adding apples, the teacher would provide real apples. During this stage of my life, I didn’t think math would get more complex than that. I don’t know if this math moment was evoked because there was food involved, or because the teacher made it hands on, but it was a moment in my life when everything was simple. I remember liking the hands-on way of learning. This I believe, started off my enjoyment of math at an early …show more content…
If there was a times I hated math, it was during this period of my life. I became disenchanted with the subject and even question the relevance of the amount of time spent learning it when my I know my career was not going to be in science nor engineering. I remember being in ninth grade and being absolutely lost in math class. I would get so depressed whenever I get math homework. I think this was the point in my life where I no longer cared for math. I remember the teacher coming to class and just start writing problems on the board with no explanation and told us to solve them. My ninth grade math teacher was a cold man. I distinctly remember the time I completely gave up on math. The teacher came to class and told us we were going to have a quiz. My fellow classmates and I agued that we cannot have a quiz because the topics he covered were not fully understood by most. He disregarded our plea for more explanation and practice on the topics and gave us a quiz anyway. When the grades came back from the quiz, more than 80% of the class got an F and I was among that 80%. I remember crying and staying after class asking him what I could do in order to get a better grade because under no circumstance I can tell my parents that I got an “F” in math class - my mother knew I was struggling with math, but she did not know the extent of my struggle.