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*me looking at a scientific paper’s statistical analysis.*
“This math… this math is not of god.”
the daughter of the fish and the ram
Bad at Math (2014)
The Scary Jokes
WHO TF MAKES A MATH ASSIGNMENT DUE ON 11:59 ON A FRIDAY NIGHT FUCK YOU MR SMITH
If I made an anti drug PSA it would just entirely be about how expensive it is.
"One year of a crack addiction would cost the same amount as buying (I cant do math so pretend I put the right number here) Shark Tale VHS tapes."
if you even care.
Commence the Screaming
This is a blog about innumeracy.
Innumeracy is like illiteracy, but for numbers. I have dyscalculia - or "math dyslexia," if you prefer something easier to say that more people also understand.
Like most people with dyscalculia, I've had it my whole life. I've also been functionally innumerate my whole life. I can count (usually); I can do basic addition and multiplication (kind of), subtraction (sometimes) and division (ehhh....). I hate games that involve counting money or keeping score. I can read an analog clock if you make me. I mix up my right and left more than random chance allows. I get lost a lot.
My math skills top out at "calculate a 20% tip on this bill" or "count change." I can't even reliably use a calculator for a lot of things, because calculators need the user to know what they're trying to get the calculator to calculate, and I can't always tell the thing the steps in the right order.
I'm 42, and for 42 years, I've hated, avoided, and feared basic math. I have three college degrees - not one requiring a single math course. I'm fascinated by several topics involving math, but I can't do them. The numbers knock me out of contention every time.
So why - now, when I have my own house, a stable job that requires only the occasional calculator arithmetic, a reliable car, and something resembling a savings account - do I care to change that?
Honestly...I don't know. There are certainly a few factors in play, including:
Most of my friends are math nerds, science nerds, and/or spatial-reasoning-artist nerds, and I want to appreciate their nerdery appropriately;
My students are aware that I'm a giant nerd who is interested in everything and thus love to ask me questions, and it hurts to admit to 15 year olds that I'm better at ancient Greek than at basic algebra;
I read Ben Orlin's Math With Bad Drawings and I want to be able to do the math, dang it. (I can already do bad drawings.)
But the biggest one is this:
Having learned what it is like to spend 40 years of one's life hating and fearing math, I don't want to spend another 40 years of my life hating and fearing math.
So...here we go. Middle-aged librarian tries to get slightly less bad with the numbers. Much screaming ensues. Ask me anything.