Now this picture doesn't remind me of me. Not at all. At age eight I was sitting at the formica topped kitchen table in a terraced house on Mansfield Road, weeping. I did not understand percentages. I thought that if I continued not to understand percentages then I would be a totally useless person forever, scorned by my friends, humiliated at school and my parents would stamp reject on my forehead and disown me. Naturally I would die illiterate and homeless, and my world would end with a big zero per cent score.
So I am glad that today Shark can cook cheesy mushrooms for lunch and, when we casually discuss the cost of food in a credit crunch, she can throw in a remark like 'These mushrooms were buy one get one free. That's like 50 per cent off each.'
Yes, Shark. And I swear I never taught you. But I am so happy that you learned about that percentage without the inconsolable weeping.
6 comments:
Oh, I'm so glad for her too! I had similar problems with anything vaguely maths-like at school, it was just like a brick wall that I couldn't get past. It's so nice to be able to spare our children from that! :)
Numbers make my head spin. Whoa. Almost passed out there thinking about how much they make my head spin.
Checking out my Google reader today I realize how far behind I am on blogs, yours included. I am soooo behind, it is not even funny.
No. It's not.
Isn`t it incredible what kids learn what we HAVEN`T taught them? That means you are doing a great job, Grit. Them being able to learn on their own. Not many schools teach that!
Mmmm. I'm hungry now!
hi debs! i spare shark from double hockey too! the scars, the scars, still burn.
don't worry what you miss here jonny's mommy! 90% is trash.
thank you angela, and i think you are right that schools here do not teach independent skills. or perhaps they do, but only if all the class can chant the answer together.
michelle, i can recommend the mango tarte.
Isn't it nice when things work out so well. The cooking skills are very impressive too.
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