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!
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.