Like in many of my Education classes, we need to reflect on our personal experiences within a certain subject. I personally have the long term memory of a goldfish so I took it upon myself to dig though my mothers extensive collection of my childhood memorabilia to jog my mushy brain. Thanks to Mom's small hoarding issue I found every piece of school work I have completed since kindergarten, along with all my report cards. My report cards were a mothers dream (I guess thats why my bother has none in his storage container of childhood achievement). Math was a subject that never received a B on the report card. It was always an A...until high school anyway.
So thats how this post all started. Now onto the "Autobiography"
One cold October night in 1987 my parents decided the wanted to try for a baby girl.....
To far? Just kidding!
When I started kindergarten I was VERY excited. My grandmother babysat me until I was 5 so interaction with people under the age of 60 was uncommon. Seeing all these 5 year-olds to play with made me never want to leave. The classroom was bright and colourful. It had a full pretend kitchen AND a big playhouse. My memories are mostly of sitting on the carpet listening to stories and playing with the kitchen and dolls...which is odd, seeing that I am no where near domesticated. Grade one was similar, without the fun toys. They were replaced with puzzles and games. As I progressed though each grade the "play" time seems less and less common and the classrooms became more and more formal.
Math was one of my favourite subjects until one scary day in grade 3 when we were introduced to the evil multiplication table. I hated it. I still hate the idea of it. Memorizing the thing was near impossible but we had to do it anyway and we were not giving any methods to help us. We did a copious amount of worksheets, evidently, seeing that I have a huge storage container full of them. The kind of container you put your winter boots in when summer comes. I guess that was the main way of assessment.
Now onto math in high school. I HATED it. My teacher was the worst. Very unorganized and uninterested in how his students progressed. I took the very minimum amount of math that I could because of this fellow. So naturally when I applied to MUN I did terrible on the MPT and had to do math 1090. I started to course terrified....knowing that I worked all summer to pay for it. My view quickly changed though when I walked into class and was greeted by this friendly old man (ancient but in a cute old man way) and he said "Everyone who comes to my class, passes my class". He was right, I went every class and did really well.
One thing I have learned about math education is that the success of the students depends entirely on the dedication of the teacher. There can't be a disconnect between the student and the teacher.
How do I feel about mathematics now? Hummm I can honestly say I don't have any strong opinions on it. I know that when I start to teach math in a classroom the most important thing to do is connect with the students to insure they succeed. The material is not difficult, it's the way it's taught that is paramount.