When I was in high school, there was nothing I hated more
than math. And in math class, there was nothing I hated more than showing my
work. It felt like a tedious chore with for no real purpose—a hoop somebody
wanted me to jump through. Math was not open to poetic interpretation; the
answer was either right or wrong. And no one ever offered me partial credit for
getting an answer partially
Published on September 27, 2016 10:37