Math is Life

Yes, I did say that. I know- my mother is somewhere right now bursting into laughter and she doesn't even know why. For those of you who don't know me all that well, I stink at math. Simple math is often baffling to me, and though I understand that it is technically all supposed to be completely logical, it more often feels like a good metaphor for middle school, with all the social rules I didn't know or wasn't clued into. I felt excluded when it came to them both. I still feel that way about math- some.

It all began in elementary school when we started talking about long division. While I couldn't really remember the multiplication tables and that made multiplication and simple division somewhat difficult, I wasn't really bothered until we got to long division. I was utterly lost. My teacher started saying something about the leftovers when you break up a six-pack of cokes, or a dozen eggs. I don't remember exactly what I was thinking but I know that I was completely lost. Like, spooky island with a hatch, lost. We were in completely different hemispheres.

I'm not really sure that I actually gave up at that point, though it is clear that this was that point at which I started to find myself completely unconcerned when I didn't have a clue what the teacher was talking about. Not understanding? Why be concerned? There wasn't anything new about it.

I did find that I liked Geometry. As a sophomore in high school I took an advanced geometry class and I loved it, even though it was really hard for me and I still didn't get everything. I liked how ordered it was and how spatial. I could picture the problems in my head and usually I could get myself from point A to plane X, though often, I couldn't explain how.

My first teaching job was to teach 5th graders math and social studies. I loved it. It was logical, systematic and rewarding. Who doesn't get a kick out of helping a kid understand something that they never thought they could understand.

Today I was listening to Science Friday on NPR with Ira Plato. I'm not really sure how the segment had been introduced, but there was a mathematician talking about how people resented math because they often didn't understand it and they felt excluded from it. I immediately perked up.

"Yeah! That's right!" I was thinking.

A caller came on from Tulsa, OK and she said that she was really excite that they were discussing that particular topic because she used to teach math and she always got frustrated when her students asked her when they were ever going to need that stuff. Her response? You will always need problem solving skills. It's helpful to know that, in life, when you need to find X, you should always list what you know and what you do not know and work from there.

She kept talking but I was having an epiphany and didn't catch all of it. As they went on to discuss other aspects of math I started to think of it as problem solving instead of the Dreaded Discipline of Numbers. That's when I knew she was right. Life needs math. When we can learn to look at our problems systematically we can solve them so much easier. We have to remember that with anything (everything!) there are rules we must respect, that govern the way things work. If we can learn those rules we can use them to our advantage and we will realize that we know much more than we thought we knew.

So how do you solve a problem?

Identify what you know from what you don't know. This can be really hard because sometimes we think we "know" something, but the truth is that we assume it, or we don't really understand the information we have. Always verify what you know.

Identify the problem. Somethings are algebraic equations where X is known and Y is unknown, but some things are word problems and you have to learn how to identify the problem and separate it from the extraneous information. That extra information might seem important or interesting or compelling, but usually it's just distracting you from the most important thing. If you can weed out the junk information and get a good look at the actual problem, you've got a good start on things.

Figure out the rules. There are rules for everything. Know what they are and you can use them to discover all sorts of new things that you didn't know you knew.

Simplify! Use a little logic to make things easier to understand. Every problem is a series of smaller problems and if you can take them each one at a time you will find that the larger problem is less frightening than you thought.

You are never done with a problem until you go back and make sure your answer makes practical sense. It's easy to get bogged down in numbers and rules, so when you make a decision about the answer, step back and look at it closely to make sure that it makes sense.

And my favorite...

Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Because you are going to. It's not the end of the world, and the truth is, you will learn a lot more from making mistakes than you ever will from getting it right the first time.

Random Monday

Too many Questions today.

1. Can you use a Neti Pot too much? I don't have any adverse side effects at this point, but I don't think it's normal to be using it 5 or 6 times a day.

2. How are they going to redesign a hot dog? If the size and shape of a normal bite is a perfect storm for choking hazards, wouldn't the solution be to cut it up before you give it to small children? Maybe just make it really skinny? I think this is a silly request. Why don't they just ask parents to be more cautious when giving their children food?

3. Are second pregnancies harder on women physically as a general rule, or am I just really out of shape? I ran a half marathon on labor day this last year, so I didn't think I was that out of shape, but I'm starting to wonder.

4. Should I bother trying to potty train Jonah now, or should I just wait. I hate the idea of dealing with major regression, but he seems ready now. He's very enthusiastic about getting chocolate for using the potty, anyway, and he used the toilet twice this evening.

5. Do other people realize that the internet is actually a public forum and all of their complaints and inappropriate announcements, comments and discussions don't always belong in such a place? Maybe they do and just don't care?

6. Does anyone want a 10 inch tall porcelain Santa? I got it at a Christmas gift exchange and forgot to take it to Goodwill last time I made a drop.

7. What color should I paint my bedroom? I like my turquoise curtains but I don't want to paint the walls brown. Does someone else want to come decorate it for me?

8. How cool is Peggy Smith?

The Balancing Act

It seems that a running theme on this blog (from time to time, anyway) has been my quest for balance. There are so many opposing interests in my life that I have had a difficult time achieving what I believe to be "balance."

There was a time when working at NSN (and my general desire for a paycheck) opposed my desire to work professionally as a storyteller. Now it's my desire to spend time with my child versus my desire to enrich myself intellectually, versus my desire NOT to live in a cardboard box somewhere down the road. How's that for complicated?

Currently, I have two part-time jobs, and one full-time job (SAHM counts) and a latent desire to be involved in storytelling, and a body that seems incapable of keeping up with all of this. I think I need naps more than Jonah does.

I love teaching at Oklahoma Christian. It's only one class, so it doesn't generally interfere with other things, but it's still difficult to keep up with when I have a two-year-old running around who likes to push the buttons on my computer. My paycheck form teaching at Sonshine School only two days a week makes the time there worth it- most of the time. I love my child. I have a passion to tell stories, and would really like to do more speaking like I did in Winfield a few weeks ago... But the balancing act is starting to feel like the Cat in the Hat... without the overabundance of confidence.

Even more so, I'm starting to wonder if this balancing act is creating more chaos than fulfillment in my life.

When I graduated from high school we had to pick up our diplomas from our english teacher. Mine was Ms. Adams. I loved her. She is the one I went to when I suddenly found myself in a very awkward situation with a classmate, or divulged a laundry list of irrational fears to just as I was about to graduate. She was pretty patient with me.

After the ceremony they sent us directly inside the gym to get our diplomas. There I was in my gown (the cap having been lost when it was thrown in the air) and she took me aside and told me something I have never forgotten. She said, "From now on, you choose everyone and everything in your life for yourself. Jobs, friends, your religion... wherever you spend your time, remember that it's precious." And I wonder if I'm doing a very good job of this.

Have I chosen wisely? Have i let myself be led astray by the things I think I need to do instead of the things that will really mean a lot to me in the long run? I don't know. I am starting to realize that this is less a balancing act and more of a centering act. The lack of balance is something inside me- not outside of me. Some choices are easier to make when you recognize that.