Hey everyone, I am still brainstorming ideas for my personal statement. I've made up a bit of ground on one idea but I'm still working on it. Can someone read it and tell me if they like it thus far? I still have a lot to add, but if you have any suggestions (or if you don't like the topic) just let me know! Here goes...
It used to come easily enough to me - if there was an issue, all I had to do was count my fingers. This blissful time was like a world when I still believed in Santa Claus (actually, I'm pretty sure I still did believe in Santa Claus during most of this period). Life was a fairytale existence full of simple math. This illusion, however, was soon shattered by the beast that is Pre-Algebra.
I glided through the early years of my schooling. I was unfazed by the math problems other students found difficult - addition and subtraction? I could do it in my sleep. Times tables? I was first in my third-grade class to master them. Long division? Humor me. Math was a breeze; that is until the horror that is Pre-Algebra descended upon me.
Eighth-grade began innocently enough. Little did I know that when I entered Pre-Algebra class on the first day of school that I was in store for a year full of what can only be described as educational torture. That year, I struggled to grasp what the rest of my class believed to be simple concepts. Expecting me to thoroughly understand exponents, parabolas, and polynomials was like asking me to speak fluent Mandarin Chinese - for once in my life, I didn't immediately get something. To add to my horror, in Pre-Algebra I received my first B in a class - ever. For an eight-grader who was (to put it mildly) obsessed with succeeding in school, this was total devastation.
Obviously, that wasn't the end of my troubles. I knew high school was to be full of difficult and complex math, and I was not disappointed.
(Will be continued with more math struggles, haha)
It used to come easily enough to me - if there was an issue, all I had to do was count my fingers. This blissful time was like a world when I still believed in Santa Claus (actually, I'm pretty sure I still did believe in Santa Claus during most of this period). Life was a fairytale existence full of simple math. This illusion, however, was soon shattered by the beast that is Pre-Algebra.
I glided through the early years of my schooling. I was unfazed by the math problems other students found difficult - addition and subtraction? I could do it in my sleep. Times tables? I was first in my third-grade class to master them. Long division? Humor me. Math was a breeze; that is until the horror that is Pre-Algebra descended upon me.
Eighth-grade began innocently enough. Little did I know that when I entered Pre-Algebra class on the first day of school that I was in store for a year full of what can only be described as educational torture. That year, I struggled to grasp what the rest of my class believed to be simple concepts. Expecting me to thoroughly understand exponents, parabolas, and polynomials was like asking me to speak fluent Mandarin Chinese - for once in my life, I didn't immediately get something. To add to my horror, in Pre-Algebra I received my first B in a class - ever. For an eight-grader who was (to put it mildly) obsessed with succeeding in school, this was total devastation.
Obviously, that wasn't the end of my troubles. I knew high school was to be full of difficult and complex math, and I was not disappointed.
(Will be continued with more math struggles, haha)