one time…

One time, in second grade, we were having a math contest kind of thing.  We all stood in a line and the two people at the front would be shown a flash card with a math problem on it.  The one who said it first stayed in the line, the other sat down.  Then the next two people, and so on.

Finally it was down to me and some girl.  I couldn’t get into gifted yet, but dang it I could win me some math competition.  Then Mrs. Robinson held up our card…

 8
+5

I think it was 5…I’ve never been good with adding 8 to things, and 5 is the worst.

So the girl answered it while I was still sitting there thinking about it.

I burst out into tears….like bawling tears and crying and such.  Mrs. Robinson sent me to the bathroom.

Soon after I got back we were talking about how to add 9 to things, and I raised my hand and answered add 10 and then subtract 1…or something…and she went to her pencil box and gave me a pencil.

Even back then I knew why she did it, and I’ve been embarassed ever since.

 

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