I got a little something in the mail.
Richard Simmons Tells You To.

I. Uh. Don't know.

I am paying to fail a class.  Basically, yes, that would be the the gist of it.  I cannot wrap my thick skull around math.   I failed nearly every high-school level class I took, culminating in senior year passing by >this much< to graduate, in a freshman or sophomore repeat math class.  That's right, I had to repeat it to graduate.  

I was accepted into college upon a personal interview.  O-o  I did not go.  But.  I was accepted.  That's persuasion.  

Considering this was a thousand years ago, I am not at all surprised by my utter lack of brain when it comes to math now.  I just do not connect.  There is no simple way to say "This is what you do."  Even when something is explained -- I don't remember how to do it the second time  -- even if I did it correctly the first time.  Which means, I have to re-read directions, every single time I see a new problem.  

Add in that I have >this much< retention with zero recall, I'm now on hour three of a practice session of BASIC BUSINESS MATH this morning.  I had to stop look at the screen, after re-doing the same type of question about twenty times my browser blew up.

Picture 25

That's sort of how my brain feels when challenged with a word problem.

"Can I help?"  

No, not really, because you can understand directions.  I cannot.  

You don't get it.

I have read, re-read, redo, reread, rewrite, scratch, walk away, come back, and still don't get it.  Math and other concrete things must be SHOWN to me physically with money, cubes, balls, items, boards and voices.  There's no way that I can connect written text to How To Solve This.  Does that make sense?

Here - I went away for a minute and did a test to show you -

Picture 26

Click to enlarge

And that was with EFFORT.

That's the way I live every day, and it's been like that since at LEAST 2006.  I was diagnosed with a cognitive disorder in 2007 (I think?) and a memory disorder.  

I have a broken brain.  It was broken BEFORE gastric bypass -- and was called ADD.  There is no doubt that I am attentionally deficient.  Watch me on Facebook.  "Look!  SPARKLES!"    However, I'm not stoop'd either.

I score fantastically on IQ tests.  I fail basic math.  Can I get a job that requires no word problems?

 "If Sally-Sue is paid $97,500 for her job as a Used Car Salesman and gets commission based on sales of meth on the corner that aren't taxable, with a levy from the IRS for an old failed business, and buys sugar-free PEEPS every other day that are taxed at a rate of 5.5% in Hawaii only, where the shipping is based on the heaviest item in the box, with an added fee of $10 for handling, and travels to work on a scooter with ethanol that she buys for $3.50 a gallon every three days, what is she making for dinner on her low carb diet to go with the bottle of wine she bought yesterday for $19.99 plus tax?"

Uh.  The answer is D.  I don't know, and the train will arrive at 3pm.

I sent my Professor a message.  I explained, briefly, that I've been looking at this program for eight hours, and I'm still cycling through the questions and failing the same ones.  Maybe I can find a Math For Those Who Can't Remember Shit class, or even better, a Estimate My Grocery Cart class, cause I'm really, really good at that.

comments powered by Disqus