What
a tough year, the fourth grade is!
Algebraic math problems begin to challenge me. The question is simple enough to find out the
number of bananas and apples. My brain
is not simple enough to bring the answer.
My notebook pages are full of apples, bananas, numbers, circles,
scratches, equations, but not the answers.
Literally, I am going bananas! I
ask Ms. Wada, if she can teach me. I
think I understand from her help, but immediately after I start working on it
independently, everything gets confused again.
Second time asking Ms. Wada is still fine, however, she looks reluctant
to face at me at the third time. I feel
bad for her just because I am the cause of her headache by being lost in the
algebra labyrinth.
Every
night, apples and bananas haunt me in my dreams. I desperately want to understand this math
situation. So I decide to ask Ms. Wada
again, with a same problem. She tiredly
looks at me and says, “Well, you don’t have to understand this problem. Just let go.”
On
the math test sheet, I notice the same problem that I have never reached to solve. Needless to say, I have no clue what to
do. Ms. Wada has said, “Let go.” So I did.
But it is not all. 90% of all
problems are Apples and Bananas questions!
I have nothing to do with these fruity problems but let go. How pathetic!
One day later Ms. Wada is ready to return tests back to us.
As
soon as my eyes meet my teachers red marks, I learn that I made my worst record
in the test, 10% out of 100%. My eyes
are welled. My pride cannot let go of
this. But I also know Ms. Wada would
spit her words at my very own face, “Let go.” I wish I could hate her.