This is a true inspirational story I wrote at the spur of the moment! It talks about my journey with Math, from how I struggled with it to how I managed to see "the light at the end of the tunnel."
Fortunately, things weren't always the miserable state it was. However, to turn the tables, it had to start somewhere.
When I got ready for secondary school math, there were it's challenges. The first topic on Prime Factorisation was difficult at first and so were Negative Numbers. I struggled with them a lot- got so many questions wrong, couldn't get past a certain stage on a learning platform, and for a period of time- self-doubt if history would be repeating itself. Thankfully, over time, I managed to get the hang of things.
The day I was introduced to my secondary 1 Math teacher, I originally doubted her. A million questions raced in my head. What would she be like? Can she change my Math grades forever? She appeared to be a teacher I would shun. Or so I thought.
This Math teacher, Mrs T, was a level up from Mdm L. She made lessons fun but not at the extent of exposing our weaknesses and strengths. Due to her teaching methods, I felt on an equal level among the rest of my peers.
I no longer hated Math. I no longer feared it, or the past with Math. I was going to write a new chapter of my Math story.
I did my Math work to the best of my ability, and saw the fruit with more ticks and fewer crosses. For the first term of secondary school, I only saw Mrs T twice due to sloppy work. I paid attention in Math class, no matter how difficult it was. Whenever in doubt, I asked Mrs T, knowing that the classroom Wa a safe place to ask doubts. Someone may have these doubts too!
I passed my first Math pop quiz, and then...
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