Personal Narrative: My Math Autobiography

My Math Autobiography When imagine math, I think of difficult, confusing material that I can’t seem to wrap my head around. In the third grade, I recall learning (or attempting) how to cross multiply. “Danica! I want you to come up to the board and try out this problem.” the teacher had insisted. As I approached the large, intimidating board, my mind went blurry. “What’s 2 x 16 again…?” I pondered. Wearily, I picked up the marker and wrote down the first number I could think of, assuming it could pass as an actual attempt at the problem. I sat back down at my desk and quickly took out my calculator to figure out what the real answer was. Of course, I was way off. I could feel my face flush in embarrassment, knowing I didn’t understand math like others did.
Why? My seventh grade math teacher was a ‘yeller’. Any excuse she could find to yell at a student, she would. One day during a lesson, we were going over shapes, circles specifically. Learning how to calculate the circumference confused me beyond words. “Excuse me? I can’t remember the right equation for circumference. What is it again?” I questioned. “Are you serious? Have you not been paying attention this entire class?! I said it about 50 times already!!!” the teacher roared. In my disbelief, I sat in shock and remained