I believed I was bad at math for many years, perhaps because, in comparison to my experience of language, well. I couldn't simply inhale and memorize math on a ribbon of feeling, as I could with new words. Almost every “big” word I’ve learned, I remember where I was standing or seated, who taught me the word, and how I felt when I received it.
This is a gorgeous piece, Emma. Losing our self-constructs, even when the ultimate yield is positive can still be a real loss. I'm not sure exactly why this comes to mind but it feels like having eaten all but the last bite of a Snickers bar, some part organizing around that last bite and then you can't find it. How do you complete or fill in the gap left in self-perception when this piece goes missing?
Anyway I loved it and the cameo -I can see this scene at Quaker Diner but I think I would have even if I didn't know the principles. Just wonderful.
So interesting, Emma. And of course well written, as always. And it's great, no matter how late, that your recognizing a hidden talent (or at least, aptitude). I wonder if you're choosing to avoid another issue - that girls are always pushed to internalize that they're not good at math, and that, too, is a challenge to overcome. On the other hand, I have to admit that I loved math, and thought I was great at it all through high school, but when I got around really math-y kids in a summer program and then in college, I was clearly out of my league. At some point, it really is a different world. It's a mystery, isn't it?
I completely identify with the ongoing attempts to criticize, minimize, shame my efforts at being competent, understanding, talented and AOK, AS I AM. But, it gets better the more aware I allow myself to be of these fearbased tendencies, and say LET GO, LET TRUTH PREVAIL.
This is a gorgeous piece, Emma. Losing our self-constructs, even when the ultimate yield is positive can still be a real loss. I'm not sure exactly why this comes to mind but it feels like having eaten all but the last bite of a Snickers bar, some part organizing around that last bite and then you can't find it. How do you complete or fill in the gap left in self-perception when this piece goes missing?
Anyway I loved it and the cameo -I can see this scene at Quaker Diner but I think I would have even if I didn't know the principles. Just wonderful.
So interesting, Emma. And of course well written, as always. And it's great, no matter how late, that your recognizing a hidden talent (or at least, aptitude). I wonder if you're choosing to avoid another issue - that girls are always pushed to internalize that they're not good at math, and that, too, is a challenge to overcome. On the other hand, I have to admit that I loved math, and thought I was great at it all through high school, but when I got around really math-y kids in a summer program and then in college, I was clearly out of my league. At some point, it really is a different world. It's a mystery, isn't it?
I completely identify with the ongoing attempts to criticize, minimize, shame my efforts at being competent, understanding, talented and AOK, AS I AM. But, it gets better the more aware I allow myself to be of these fearbased tendencies, and say LET GO, LET TRUTH PREVAIL.
This is wonderful for revealing the insecurities many of us face.
Well I think this is a pretty fabulous story. And thanks for the nice cameo.