My math autobiography commenced at the Mountain Home Kindergarten. I don’t recall much from when I was that age. I do remember that I often shouted out the answer instead of raising my hand and I would talk to my best friend, Samantha Dewey during the part of the day when we practiced math. This would result in me losing sticks, which were used to keep a tally of how well behaved we were. I don’t remember anything about math from first or second grade. However, third grade was a completely different story. My teacher, Mrs. Spivey, was one of those teachers that change your perspective on everything. There wasn’t a day I didn’t want to be in her class. It didn’t hurt that Samantha was in that class as well. I remember we would take these quizzes over multiplication …show more content…
So I guess you could say I don’t have the best of luck keeping friends that are new to the school. When I finished my final year at Pinkston, I was terrified. I was going to the junior high! When I started making my schedule I realized that I wanted to try something new, more challenging. I unquestionably received that from Mrs. Read’s class. We talked about all of these foreign concepts I had never heard of. At first, I had a difficult time wrapping my head around the class with all these new formulas, rules, and definitions. Grasping the concept of getting my homework done every single night was also difficult and frustrating. I did learn better time management in this class though. I also learned the basics for my future math classes. When I entered the ninth grade I was taking Geometry with Mrs. Ellington. I was so proud that I was “above average” on the math scale. Samantha was also in this class with me and we often didn’t get to sit by each other. I loved Mrs. Ellington’s teaching style and I enjoyed her class. I relished the trips we went on for having passing grades. When we went on the ice skating trip I thought I would face plant multiple