I really don’t like numbers. And I definitely don’t like math. Which is totally awesome now that Mike and I tutor once a week and my students have math homework up the wazoo that I’m supposed to help them with every. single. week.
How do I say this mildly…
I don’t know how to do it.
Last week my student wanted to sit upstairs. (My worst fear – it’s far away from all the other tutors - aka – people who know what they’re doing.) We sat down on a bench talking about how apparently I've been living under a rock because I don't play soccer and how all the fish in Florida look like Nemo from Finding Nemo, when he pulls out his worksheet from his red backpack and I spot none other than LONG DIVISION.
Panic immediately sets in. I whip out my phone, telling my student I’m just checking the weather – what? – and I Google “long division for dummies.”