Note to our Living Large community: I took an extended weekend this past holiday. This is Thursday’s post, coming to you a bit early! Nest week, we’re back to our regularly scheduled Tuesday and Thursday posts!
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Raise your hand if you’re one of those people, like me, who have had problems with math all of their lives.
I’m not sure where my problems began, although I do know my mother didn’t like math and wasn’t good at it. My dad only had an 8th grade education, so he wasn’t a lot of help either.
I had to take Algebra I in both 8th and 9th grade and because I wasn’t required but to have one year of high school math, my second attempt at it counted as my math credit for graduation.
I was thankful I didn’t have to take it again until college, at which point, I had to take remedial college math to even make it into statistics, which I also had to drop once and take again. I had to pay for a tutor both semesters.
Math wasn’t my friend and by the time we built Our Little House, I was not ready to deal with the square footage measurements, dimensions to get cabinets and the refrigerator to fit, or even the coordinates for our land survey.
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