I like math class.

I don't know why, I always seem to have a special feeling for mathematics, which is not available in other disciplines.

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In fact, at first, when I was in the second grade, I didn't think math was much different from other subjects. Sometimes, math is not as good as Chinese, which is an experience that changed me.

That time, just after we had a lesson on multiplication table, the teacher taught us to recite the multiplication table. At first, I didn't think it was important, so I kept it and didn't come back. Disaster finally came. On the afternoon of the third day, the teacher suddenly came to an exam. I am surprised at this moment, but I am not afraid. I don't think this problem is difficult. But who knows, when the test paper was handed down, my heart was half cold, because as long as we recited the multiplication table, most of the questions on the test paper could be completed correctly.

However, because I have never memorized the multiplication table, I can't do many problems. I'm looking, looking ...

Finally, I had to answer randomly and hand in my papers. After handing in the paper, I constantly comforted myself, always thinking on the bright side.

The next day, the papers were distributed. After the teacher called my name, he added: "53 points." This is obviously humiliating me. It's no wonder the teacher, because I have never scored 95 points in the exam, but I failed this time. I was really ashamed when I got the test paper. There is nothing to describe this feeling. I think it can only be felt by personal experience. After that class, I didn't go out to play as before, but sat on a bench and meditated. ...

When I got home, I was going to play the piano that day, so I packed my bags and went to the musical instrument store. When I became a piano player, I met one of my classmates, who took me everywhere. I should practice the piano. When the teacher saw that my piano was empty, he came to catch me. He caught me and slapped me when he saw me walking around. I blushed and continued to practice the piano ... I was desperate at that time and felt that the world had really turned black.

I have been afraid to take out my test paper since I got home, but my mother accidentally looked at my schoolbag today and knew it a long time ago. I can't hide if I want to. My mother asked me to take out the paper, and I took out the paper. As soon as I turned around, my mother slapped me and pulled me into the room. My eyes are wide open, and I'm so angry that tears are coming out. Dad patted him on the table, too. That sound, I think, is louder than thunder. At this moment, I feel that today, it seems that all the misfortunes are gathered on me.

Dad came again, grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, and I fell to the ground. Let my stepfather keep kicking me, as if hating iron and not turning into steel. ...

After they finished playing, they began to recite the multiplication formula to me, and then educated me to say, "Do what you can, and don't regret it when you are 40 or 50 years old."

From then on, somehow, I suddenly took the lead in math and became the first in my class, and so did I when I graduated. I think it's just between me and my parents. This is a secret between us.

This experience not only made me fall in love with mathematics, but also made me understand how to be a man.