Kids are Serious Biz
I was 13 when I started to hate Math. I say started to, because I loved it before I entered grade 8 and had Mr.Holmes. I’m not completely blaming a teacher for helping me develop a new disdain for Math, but he sure didn’t help.
You know the kid. The one in class, the weird one. The one that sticks out. The one that is the butt of everyone’s joke. The one who is just different. In grade 6, for me, it was a kid named Eric.
Eric was different. We knew his family had a fancy car that had windshield wipers on…