Why I Hate Math Research Paper

Math is an abstract concept that I continually struggle to understand. While other subjects, especially English, came easily to me, math seemed like a different language that I could never fully grasp. It almost seems genetic; everyone in my immediate family struggles with math. In fact, when I told my dad about this assignment, he jokingly suggested that I just write “I hate math” a hundred times. But while I was in school, my parents never berated math or called it useless, instead they seemed to mourn their difficulties with it as much as I do. When I first started thinking about how to write this paper, I wondered if I should write about how my family influenced me to hate math, but I don’t have any memories of them doing or saying anything to turn me away from it. Perhaps the reason I’m good at English is because I watched my mom write poems and proudly

I was sent to one of their lowest math classes and essentially started from the basics. My ability to do math improved. I remember the first time I ever got an A in a math class, I was thrilled. This teacher’s approach was different from all of my previous teachers. She focused on one concept a day and started with simple problems that she did with the class. Slowly, this problem grew more and more complex, including concepts we’d learned from the other days until the problem was as long as the white board it was written on. We tackled it as a class, one step at a time. Our teacher always joked that she wanted us to be prepared for anything, even if an elephant appeared in one of our problems, she wanted us to know how to solve it. I’m grateful to that teacher, because she taught me a very important lesson. I used to think I was “bad” at math, now I know that isn’t the case. I’m as capable of doing math as anyone else is, but it takes me longer to understand a concept. I need to do it again and again and again before I understand