Math is Painful...

Yes, math is painful... at least for me.

Some might say I'm a creative genius and hopefully so, at least as pertains to my latest product line that I'm feverishly working on (almost daily).  The reveal is coming soon... probably within the next couple of weeks if all goes well.  More on that... soon!

Anyway, back to this post.  I suck at math.  Yes, I can balance a checkbook with the best of them, but once we get into adding letters with numbers I am lost.  So, tonight I asked a question on Facebook, which in hindsight probably wasn't the smartest thing.  But, I needed to know a calculation.  Being the math-idiot that I am, I couldn't even properly ask my question... I needed questions asked of me in order for a helpful friend to get the correct information to come up with the answer.

I am NOT ashamed of being a math-idiot.  It does not make me any less of a person... in fact, even with being math-defunct I still fall into the highly-intelligent/gifted IQ range.  Pfft... who knew!  But as I commented on that very Facebook post - I know my faults and issues and I wear them proudly!

This math dilemma all goes hand-in-hand with my latest product line.  Almost a year ago I was asked to adjust one of my classes - the group wanted their own special project.  What, change a class just because.  Yes, and let me tell you, it has turned into something bigger than I could have ever imagined.  Again, more on this later - and no, I'm not trying to create hype... tonight's incident got me thinking.  I didn't always hate math, so what happened?  Well, while pondering on it over a delicious cup of evening coffee, it hit me... ninth-grade algebra class.  And it wasn't even algebra that did it... it was Mr. ________ (I'll leave his name out of this, we'll just call him psycho).  So... psycho - strong word, right?  Well... my class of 26 or so students consisted of only two girls.  And I'm not going to say that Mr. Psycho was a chauvinistic jerk or anything, but the first day of class he did mention that two of us would most likely fail his course.  I truly hope this man was removed from education and wish that I had made a bigger deal out of everything that happened that year.  That first-day statement was the *nicest* thing that happened all year.  Oh, other than the two days a month he would leave for National Guard duty - they were kinda nice.  But all the others day, no.  Like the time he lifted his metal desk up and let it slam to the floor because the kid in front of him was tapping his pencil on the desk, or when he smashed the piece of chalk into dust on the chalkboard when someone questioned the equation he was writing out.  And on... and on... and OMG thinking back actually gave me heart palpitations.  So, you may or may not know that I have some serious anxiety... yep.  I definitely think that was what started my hate for math.

Now... wasn't that a fun little piece of self-counseling - and now you all know yet another odd thing about me!  Okay, time for me to get back to writing instructions...