I know it embarrasses my husband when I pull out my tip calculator, but I suck at math!

In high school I excelled in English, history, art, music, PE and foreign language classes, but I was terrible at math and science.

In all honesty, if it weren’t for the homework and all the extra credit problems and reports I completed, I don’t think I would have even earned a diploma. I am not proud of this, I am just stating facts. I am proud to be very right brained.

Sitting in my seventh grade Algebra class, I would get dizzy staring at all the numbers on the chalkboard and when it came to formulas and word problems… forget it!

Tutors didn’t help. The summer courses I took didn’t help and neither did the knock down drag out fights I would have with my parents. They couldn’t understand why I was getting A’s and B’s in the courses I actually enjoyed and practically failing the ones I didn’t. It seemed pretty logical to me, but they were educators and thought my grades should be more “consistent”. I consistently argued that I’d never need math in my life.

By the time I got to college, I took the minimum required math courses that I needed in order to graduate and that was that. I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t go for a marketing degree because I couldn’t handle all the math prerequisites and instead opted for a Bachelor of Arts in communications with an emphasis in public relations. I can still put together a marketing budget and successfully stick to it.

I like to think that I have a logical mind that is very black and white because I appreciate that in mathematics, there can only be one solution to a problem. I mean 2 + 2 can’t equal 5, right? But numbers have always boggled my mind. I just don’t have a head for them and I never have. I know just enough to get by and for everything else, there’s a calculator.

I understand the value of math and why it is important to learn basic formulas, fractions and percentages, but I’m already starting to worry about helping Lucas with his math homework. Beyond middle school, we are definitely going to have problems (no pun intended). Thank goodness his dad is a very proud left brainer and will assist in this arena.

Numbers or not, the best is yet to be.

Sophie Eschenlohr says

Gosh Tonya, it was though I was reading my own "math experience"!!!! Thank Goodness Luc is a good left brainer!

I have a logical mind too and I have a very good memory for dates (most dates, I think).

Thanks for sharing and making me feel less "lonely" : ) xoxo

Natalie says

Me and math aren't very good friends, either. You know who taught me how to figure out percentages? Jackie Lu! Seriously, I never knew how to figure them out until she gave me a trick to doing it.

gingerbreadmama says

math is everywhere (did you ever see that movie Pi?). I suck at it too and Lance gets great amusement out of the fact I must think to calcultate and use my fingers and toes!

Sherri says

Oh, your story could have been mine just as easily! My dad was SO math-brained, too, and couldn't understand how I didn't get it. Poor guy! I did go on to get an accounting degree, but that's pretty much easy math!

I kept up with my son until somewhere in middle school, and then I just couldn't help anymore! I have tried to not imprint my kids with my math phobia, but neither one of them likes it! Oh well…

Leah says

Its funny that mom and dad had two girls that are so horrible at math.. Hmm, where was that gene?!

Poppy says

Ugh, it is just as difficult to relearn it as it was learn it in the first place. My kid will be in the 7th grade this year and I'm thinking I need the tutor.

KLZ says

I don't mind numbers so much but equations? No thanks. I do not care what ax+xy+by is. Thanks.

Liz says

Being a marketing major myself, and knowing how much "quantitative methods" 1 & 2 sucked, I would say not to feel bad about not going that route!

Arnebya says

This is like reading about myself, seriously! Give me English any day and I’m all over it. Give me math and I turn into a whiny, frightened kitten. Who hasn’t eaten. Ever. And is weak. And mute. With a broken leg…you get the picture.