I and the "Mistreatment of Fate" in Mathematics

Since childhood, my most feared subject is math, my most feared teacher is math teacher, my most feared exam is math exam, and my most feared homework is math homework ... In a word: I am afraid of everything related to math. Of course, except for boys who are good at math, they have always been very attractive to me. Although I am not as beautiful as the heroine of Taiwan Province idol drama, I have always had their poor math scores. I know it's not a glorious thing, but I can't help it.

Some time ago, a male classmate in the second grade of primary school chatted with me on WeChat and suddenly said, "I said you are a legend. I remember that your math scores were poor before the sixth grade. It seems that you failed several times, and almost counted down. Then I didn't know what was wrong with you, and you suddenly had a seizure. Mathematics seems to be hanging up. "

Me: ...

He said this not once, but three, four and five times, each time with curiosity and doubt. Although I am uncomfortable listening to this, because it seems to veto all my efforts for a year, and only use the tacky word "legend" to summarize my struggle history. His words evoked infinite memories of my primary school mathematics study career.

First, the mental retardation and diaosi counterattack in the second grade of primary school.

I have been attending preschool since 2000. At that time, I was 6 years old, and the number within 100 had been "mastered" in advance under the careful guidance of my family, so I got the first and last and only score of 100 in mathematics in the first unit of kindergarten, and I still remember that joy clearly. All the numbers in that unit are within 10, and definitely not more than 1 1.

Sadly, however, since then, my math scores have "plummeted" at a very stable speed, and finally stabilized at around 40 points. By the next semester of the fourth grade, there is almost no room for my math to regress, and it seems that no one can save me. I have a cousin who goes to school with me and is only three months older than me. We are always inseparable at ordinary times, and studying together is also an exam 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 she was not the last one, this score hit me hard. After all, my sister is so good at math that she can keep the top three in every exam.

Every time my sister gets my math report card, she is full of shock and disbelief. When she tells my cousin and me the purpose of math problems, she always says, "What's the matter? Do you understand? " My cousin always nods like an onion, but I almost fell asleep in the fog. Because my sister felt sorry for my stupidity and patiently told me three times. In order to cater to my taste, she also came up with three different good intentions to solve the problem. However, in the end, I still can't understand them. My sister is completely speechless. Her old man is a little impatient, so every time she talks to me about a topic, she finally turns into an uncontrollable roar, adding: Oh, it's crazy, I won't talk to you again! Father's attitude towards me is a little better. He is as grumpy as my sister, but fortunately he doesn't dislike me so much. After all, he is one of our own. He can stick to the end every time he tells me a math problem, and he won't blame me for being stupid. He spoke for a long time. Finally, although I still don't understand, I feel that my father has been talking for a long time and can only lie with a guilty conscience and say, "Dad, I understand this question." When my father got this sentence from me, he breathed a sigh of relief, a long sigh of relief. From then on, what I am most afraid of in math learning is that others ask me, "Do you understand?" Because I didn't fully understand it once, I really didn't want to be a bad boy who lied. Do not push me. In the usual math class, every time the math teacher says, "Let's invite some students up to do the after-class questions", it is my most nervous moment, and I am nervous for fear that the teacher will call me. Fortunately, the teacher hasn't called me several times for so many years, but after years of exercise in math class, my heart has become very strong and will not be easily hit.

The harder it is to learn math in the first grade, the worse my quick calculation ability is. When I exceed 10, my reaction becomes dull. During the exam, things like "18+ 19 =? ,28+36=? "In my opinion, this topic is similar to the feeling of ordinary people watching the Olympic Games. I can't figure it out if my finger is broken. At that time, I was always angry that the number of human fingers was too small, which delayed my answer time. I had to look down at my toes and continue to calculate. When the number is too big, sometimes my fingers and toes don't add up. At this time, I have to aim at the fingers and toes of my deskmate, and sometimes I even have to add the fingers and toes of my classmates next to me, so that the teacher always stares at me in every exam and always thinks I cheated. What bothers me even more is that when the numbers are large, I will make mistakes, such as "68, 69, 80 …" and "78, 79, 90 …", which is a common occurrence for me. Even if you do it right in the end, sometimes you forget what to do because you stare at other people's toes for a long time, and then you don't know which one to count. At this time, my heart always collapses.

I remember that the knowledge of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two digits is the learning content of senior two, and the reverse thinking is very poor, and I can't turn around every time. For example, you test me "7× 8 =?" I will get 56 soon, but if you ask me, "56 ÷ 7 =?" I'm going to recite from 17 to 7, from 27 to 14, until 78 to 56. What's more, I don't have the concept of "remainder" in my mind at all. If the topic is "57 ÷ 7 =?" When I recited all the multiplication formulas, I found that there was no answer I wanted, so I began to doubt the correctness of the topic. Fortunately, I held my breath and didn't ask the teacher, otherwise it would be a joke for the rest of my life. Before the sixth grade after preschool, none of my math papers could be answered within the specified time.

Memorizing multiplication formulas is very painful for me. I can recite ancient poems after reading them two or three times, but the multiplication formula is like a gobbledygook, and I can never remember it. Once, the math teacher selected several group leaders to supervise our multiplication formula recitation, stipulating that students who could not recite it were not allowed to go home for dinner. As a result, I carried it for more than an hour, and everyone left, and the team leader was almost hungry. Later, I really couldn't stand his serious and responsible appearance. I told him that you should let me go home quickly so that you can go back to dinner. I promise to recite it to you this afternoon. As a result, he actually believed my story and let me go home. From then on, in order to "avoid debt", I promised to go home and learn by heart. Multiplication formula, I still owe that boy money.

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 so poor, then you are wrong. I always thought so until the fifth grade. However, the fifth-grade math teacher really brought my math scores back to life, and I embarked on a passing route and reached the peak of my life.

The math teacher in grade five is from our village. He knows our "background" very clearly, almost like a "household survey". I still remember the way he handed out the test papers. Every time he sends out a test paper, he wants two names, the format is "XXX, XXX's daughter, XXX score", the first XXX is the student's name, the second XXX is the student's father's name, and the third XXX is our score. Students who did well in the exam were proud of themselves and got back their "honor list" with light on their faces. Students who did badly in the exam had to blush and bow their heads to accept "judgment". To tell the truth, the teacher's behavior scared me. I love face and have a strong self-esteem, so this is a big blow to me. From then on, I made up my mind to learn math well. If I fail, I will lose face. I can't even embarrass my father. Some people may think that my fifth-grade math teacher's behavior is a bit excessive, but it is still within my acceptable range. Because he has no malice and our grades are so "terrible" that most people don't want to learn, so his old man has to take such "special measures" to stimulate us.

Strangely, since I made up my mind, I didn't feel so painful when I was studying math, and I gradually understood the alien language of the math teacher in class. It was the first time that I found that I could communicate with my math teacher. It was also at that time that I learned the division of two digits. One day, watching the teacher do two division math problems on the blackboard, I suddenly understood, and then my math score changed from 40 to 60 or even 70.

Most of the excellent students in mathematics are similar, but the poor students are different. For example, I belong to the kind of person whose IQ is always off-line. Fortunately, I am a child with a little perseverance.

In the sixth grade, I met a good teacher, my head teacher. With his help, I refreshed my math record for many years again and again, as if I had failed. When I slowly grew up to be a 13-year-old girl and was satisfied with passing math, the class teacher made me see the reality clearly. He said, son, I think your Chinese and English are ok, but 62 points in this math test is a little small. This test is very dangerous. In fact, God knows that at that time, I didn't have the concept of "quiz" in my mind at all, and I never thought about the direction of life, the pillars of the motherland and so on. With such a little help from the teacher, I immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. Yes, I want to do better in the exam, and I have to get 90 points in math to be worthy of everyone.

So from then on, I followed the pace of the math teacher and studied math for a semester. I finished quantitative exercises under the supervision of the teacher every day, and the teacher kept revising and explaining it to me. By the second semester, my math score was basically stable at around 90 points, and the quiz was a blockbuster, with 97 points. It's really shameful to wash my math and make me so proud. But then again, you all know this test. This math problem is very simple. People who take snacks can get "90 points". I really don't deserve such pride.

Second, the obscurity and blockbuster of junior high school.

From the first day of school, I was destined to be obsessed with mathematics. In junior high school, I had to be obsessed with mathematics again.

The process of learning mathematics in telling the truth primary school made me realize the fact that I am a girl with average IQ and slow response. I can pass the math exam through hard work, but it's hard to do well.

In the process of learning positive and negative numbers in grade one, I am often confused by simple positive and negative numbers. I was once called by the teacher to do after-school exercises. I drew a simple problem of positive and negative number axes. The math teacher frowned and disliked me. He said, are you a pig brain? Such a simple question can be done wrong. I felt very uncomfortable at that time, otherwise I would remember it after so many years. However, I feel very guilty, probably because I feel too sorry for my teacher's careful teaching and my extremely serious preparation before class. I have also seriously thought about whether my brain is exactly the same as that of a pig, and I have come to the conclusion that I will go, of course I am not a pig brain!

At that time, my math scores really held me back. In every monthly exam, my first place in the total separation is one galaxy away, and my math scores are indispensable. Those top math students are all above 140 or even below 150, and every time I can only stare at the bright red "70" or "80" with my test paper, my heart is full of injury and despair.

I have a best friend, and now my boyfriend is the red man in front of my math teacher. Up to now, he can laugh and cry when he talks about my math. When I asked him the purpose of this math problem, he seriously recalled the scene at that time. I told you once, I don't understand. I shook my head again. I said it again, as if I still understood it. He began to question his own level, but fortunately, he finally found confidence in many female students except me. I think I should thank all the people who patiently explained the purpose of the math problem to me. They all have extraordinary perseverance and patience. They are really great.

Of course, I said that I am a person who is brave after knowing shame. During this period, a little thing happened, which made me make up my mind to improve my math performance.

In the third grade, a math teacher once told a very important example. Although I listened carefully, it was very hard and I didn't understand it at all. Results After the example was finished, the teacher "brushed" it three times, five times and two times, and cleaned up the problem-solving steps on the blackboard, leaving a lonely figure on the blackboard messy in the wind. The teacher cleared his throat and said loudly, "Did everyone understand the question just now?" There is no denying that the teacher is a good teacher, the method is a good method, and the environment is also a good environment, but I just don't understand. At that time, all the students except me answered "Yes" in unison, and their voices were particularly neat and loud. I have a vague sense of foreboding. Sure enough, the teacher looked down at the list on the podium and popped up with a smile: "Mr. Chen Snail, please repeat the teacher's idea of solving the problem just now." My mind went blank and I stood up and prevaricated for a long time. Finally, I really couldn't stand it, so I had to say with guilt, "I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't understand just now." The smile on the teacher's face is stiff. She told me to sit down with a straight face and said some kind words to us, asking us to study math and get snacks and so on. I realized that the teacher didn't think I didn't understand. She thought I was distracted in class and didn't listen at all. It seems that the teacher overestimated my IQ. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. But there is really such a person who is born out of character with mathematics and can't understand it seriously. I was beaten black and blue by ten thousand points, and at the same time I knew that my math level was not solid and the earth shook. Others will understand after listening to it once, but I may not understand it after listening to it three times. I can only fly first.

Therefore, after that class, as long as there is a math class, I will do a full preview in advance. One night, I didn't finish my homework in other subjects until 1 1 half past one. At that time, we had to 1 1 turn off the lights and go to bed at half past ten, but the thought of having two math classes the next morning made me sleepy and couldn't sleep. I stood up by myself, grabbed the desk lamp, carried the table, moved the stool, and slipped into the toilet to burn the midnight oil. It took me three hours to solve the problem that others could solve in an hour. While I was working hard, one of my roommates got up to pee. I just broke into her sight with my hairy mushroom head. She let out a scream, thinking she was a ghost, and almost had a heart attack. But she was moved by my Xiao Qiang spirit of "learning from the dead as long as she can't die". Not only did she not kill me, but she also forgave me. Look at the time when I finally finished writing the last number. It's already half past two in the morning. I dragged my tired body to lie on the bed and soon fell asleep happily. When I combed my hair the next morning, I saw myself looking haggard in the mirror: my eyes seemed to have been beaten twice for no reason, my double eyelids had become four layers, my eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person looked haggard and listless. But strangely, I didn't feel sleepy in math class. Just like beating chicken blood, I always wanted to earn back my lost face, but until graduation, the math teacher never called my name in class again.

I have been studying mathematics very hard, with slow progress and painful process, but I always believe that although the road is tortuous and the future is bright, I am like a snail, step by step.

20 10 senior high school entrance examination, I finally got the only 140 score in junior high school. However, this achievement is somewhat accidental and lucky. At that time, the last five-point multiple-choice question in the math exam was more difficult, and I couldn't work it out at all. So after studying the probability of four answers to the previous 14 multiple-choice question ABCD, I chose a "B". It was time for the exam. I went back on my word at the moment when the bell rang, and suddenly wanted to choose "D", but the invigilator kept shouting like a reminder: "Stop answering questions and put down what you have. The situation is similar to the police telling the gangsters not to move and put down their guns. At the moment when the teacher mercilessly tried to tear up my answer sheet, I said piteously to the teacher, "Teacher, I'll change an option. I just worked it out." "But the teacher ignored me and took my test paper directly. My heart was so cold. Out of the examination room, I quickly jumped over and asked my best friend, what is the answer to the last question? As a result, she must have said B, and I looked unbelievable. In other words, although the teacher is cruel to me, she actually guards my 5 points. What a dramatic scene. If I change my life, everything will be rewritten.

Third, the dying struggle and gloom in high school.

In the long study career of 14 years, mathematics has always been inseparable from me, but we can't cultivate that kind of profound revolutionary friendship. We always fall in love and kill each other.

High school is the most difficult time for me to learn math. Every exam is a disaster for me, but fortunately, I have experienced all kinds of hardships and been invincible on the road of studying mathematics for many years. In the first semester of senior one, I failed a unit in mathematics. All kinds of strange and abstract expressions of those function diagrams can kill me in minutes. I really don't understand why the math teacher praises those function diagrams every day, saying that they are beautiful, symmetrical and round, and so on. I really can't appreciate them. It was a female teacher who taught me math in senior one. She is quick in thinking, quick in solving problems and loves to change shape. It is not that the teacher likes to deform, but that she likes to deform the topic. She always hopes that we can draw inferences, but I always live up to the teacher's painstaking efforts. Every time the teacher distorts the topic to the fourth time, my thinking still stays in the first deformation. To tell the truth, this is a math teacher I am most afraid of, because she is like a tireless loom, weaving fresh textures on cloth, and I am a snail. I can never keep up with the pace of the teacher. I had severe indigestion because of math. I haven't been able to learn new knowledge, so I naturally don't know what to do with the exam. In the end, even the 5-point fill-in-the-blank question can only be guessed, because I don't know how to calculate it at all. Amazingly, once I answered two fill-in-the-blank questions correctly, and the answers were "-1, 0, 1", which is a lovely type. I just admire myself deeply. Although I got a score of 10 in that inexplicable exam, I failed in math in the end.

During the summer vacation of the first semester of senior one, the class teacher called me. I know I have to face my grades, although I am reluctant. The teacher teased me and said, "Chen Snail, the final grade has come out." I nodded and smiled awkwardly. The teacher said that I have two pieces of news here, one is good news and the other is bad news. Which do you want to listen to first? I said bitter before sweet, bad first. The teacher laughed heartily. He said, "It's strange. You just go to extremes. The bad news is your math. You are the last in our class. Ah, you only got 59 points. " I listened to a calm face, as expected, ah, mathematics is really my eternal pain! Then the teacher said, the good news is that your Chinese is the first in the whole grade. Of course I'm unhappy at the moment. After all, it is the short board, not the long board, that determines how much water is filled in a bucket. My heart is heavy.

How sad I should be after studying mathematics for so many years, walking for so long, and going around and returning to the original point. Later, of course, I can guess with my toes. I chose liberal arts without hesitation, and I can only choose liberal arts. I spent a semester cramming, and my math and physics scores were so poor that I had no choice at all.

Although I studied liberal arts mathematics in my second year of high school, high school mathematics requires much higher understanding ability. I am not very good at abstract thinking, so it is still very difficult to learn. I was also in the top class at that time. Every time the teacher handed out the test paper, he said that everyone did well in the exam. When only one or two students fail in the class, there is no need to guess that "one classmate" must be me, and one of "two classmates" must be me.

Because of the cruel college entrance examination, I can only force myself to do all kinds of boring and obscure math problems every day. Maybe I can't find much motivation to learn math in high school, so my math scores are not bad. My math scores in the college entrance examination are not ideal either. I got13 on 20 1 12, and 20 14 was even lower, only 108.

I wrote so much. I believe many people have found confidence in learning mathematics in my story. At least I can't compare with most people in math study. However, for better or worse, the story between me and math will always end. I went to college and chose Chinese as my major. I never studied math again, and no one forced me to study math. But those days when I studied mathematics in the past have been engraved into the rings of my life and become a very kind memory. Time will not go back, and I will never have such an unforgettable study time again.