We all are passionate about something. It could be anything really and it can come about in any way. It could be fueled by memories, a sudden realization, or by something else that lets you know that you are in the right place.
Math has never really been something that I have had this extreme passion about. The English nut inside of me rebels against the log functions and memorizations of the unit circle. So, when I got my schedule on the first day of school and saw that I had math as a seventh period, I was pretty bummed.
Maybe beyond bummed.
Seventh period is every day… so let me break this down. Math + Seventh period = Math homework every day.
Did I mention that math wasn’t my best subject?
I walked into Room 111 on the first day of school and Ms. D greeted us and encouraged us that having math every day really wouldn’t be that bad. We may have done a “Yay Math” cheer in the heat of the moment and, reflecting on the year, that wouldn’t have been that weird.
This year has been pretty crazy in Room 111. We are the jocks, the drama aficionados, and the nerds destined for M.I.T that make up the environment. We play calculator games, have a “clutch player” every week, and cheer Ms. D on after she has a long day, because after all, isn’t that what life is all about?
We all play the “calculator games” of life as we learn and discover new ways to look at things. We dream and imagine with the new innovative thinking that we have been taught and hope that when we learn and apply it to new situations, it will all be worthwhile.
Each of us, in our own little way, longs to be called out and told that we were the “clutch player,” that we helped the team out. We try and be humble and not do things for recognition but, in the end, it is nice to be recognized. It helps to motivate us and keep us going and reassures us that what we are doing is the right thing.
Then we must return the favor.
Encouragement is important. Without the gentle nod of another human being, life can get hard and life can get tough. That compliment, that laugh, that incredible partnership between people can turn a horrid cloudy day into one full of sunshine.
Okay, I know that this isn’t a Disney movie (though I really do like Disney… Ariel is on all of my binders), but with only eight days left of my seventh period math class, it is a little bittersweet.
My classmates may not feel the same way as me, but in my mind I have a slight idea that they might. That on the first day of the 2012-2013 school year, when the 31 of us walk into our new math class (the three graduating seniors will be off partying in their dorm rooms), that we might begin to miss Ms. D and Room 111 because we won’t be together to have group tests, cheers over “Aha” moments, and new seats.
That’s why (even though I can’t wait until summer) I will miss my math class. Because even though English is my best subject, and even though I can’t stand fractions, life won’t be the same without Ms. D and Room 111.
Last week Ms. D read my previous article to the class. Well, actually, she had me read it. When I was done they jokingly asked me if I would write about them. I said yes.
Promises weren’t made to be broken, so here I am, writing an article about my math class. It seems somewhat trivial, sitting here writing and trying to make an impact, trying to think of how this can be remembered.
All I can say is this: the little things in life that may seem trivial, aren’t. Because, in the grand scheme of things, the little things add up to make something more. The little things are what makes your life unique and what it is. Without them, things just aren’t the same. So enjoy the simple moments and cherish the weird ones, because Simple Moments + Laughter + Love = Life.
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