When I was in junior high school, I found that I had no math cells. Later, I thought about it carefully, and I was actually lucky in mathematics for so many years. Some big exams, such as the senior high school entrance examination, basically have to thank the ancestors for their blessing. When I started kindergarten, I began to study in a big class. What the teacher taught was ok, but once he taught it, he began to struggle. The key is that other friends know the multiplication table and use it directly. I'm the only one who doesn't know how to make the multiplication table, but it's no use reciting it abruptly. Give a chestnut: others ask me 2×3=? According to the table, I can answer that it is equal to 6, nitrogen. If someone asks me, if I put two apples in the basket three times at a time, how many apples will there be in the basket? It is such a question that I am completely at a loss! The capital is full of brains! I still remember it clearly. I answered an 8. Why is it so clear? Well, my mother felt embarrassed by my answer. She knocked me out of bed in the hall at night, but my father was completely afraid to persuade me. Even with such a deep beating, I still can't wake up my math cells. Fortunately, there was no entrance exam at the end of kindergarten, otherwise I think I will definitely study in preschool for another year. Primary school is the most interesting. At that time, my mother's cultural level could still teach me math problems, and the extracurricular tutors could understand them. At least she is a good student and her grades are ok. Except that I sometimes play math badly (more like the teacher forgot to go over the questions), I have been cheated for so many years. By the way, I don't usually do application problems, such as what distance is my enemy. If consciousness can kill people, A and B will never catch up, but they will die hundreds of times before they are killed. The teacher always criticizes me for being lazy with my brain. It's not that I don't want to use it. I can't use it I understand what this question is about, but I really don't understand what the conditions provided in front of the question have to do with the question asked. I don't think they have anything in common, but teachers and students can always connect one condition with another, combine the last condition, stir left and right, and finally solve the problem It is even more helpless when explaining. The teacher asked if you understood? Everybody answer! Do you want to say it again? No need! ! ! Know your sister, don't use your sister, what a ghost, idiot. At one time, I thought that everyone didn't really understand it, and maybe many of them didn't pretend to understand it. However, I was really happy when I was the only one scratching my head after class. This is not an orgasm. It's the sixth grade. It's almost junior high school, and the school is going to run a top class. Unfortunately, my grades are acceptable, and I am the last in my class. However, mathematics is an olympiad. Yes, it is the Olympiad, and it is still my nightmare. Do a paper in each class, and I still don't understand the first question for 40 minutes in each class. I can't even think about the conditions casually, or I can't think of their internal relations at all. I copied the topic on the manuscript paper, and all that remained was a pile of pictures, limerick and the like. But I'm really lucky. The topic of junior high school is quite simple, and the topic that has been done many times appears (I won't tell you that some spicy people with similar total scores are higher in math than me).
Junior high school has finally arrived, but I got more than 50 points in the first math test and I have seen through life and death. I just haven't dared to tell my mother yet. My math teacher has given up on me, so I have to sleep in class and recite the questions after class. In the third grade, I tried my best to brush the questions in the senior high school entrance examination. Actually, it's more like copying the answers on my back The three major questions behind the senior high school entrance examination are completely copying conditions, so I pray the teacher to give me some hard points.
The situation in high school is no different from that in grade three.
Now freshman year has just passed a semester. When I chose my major, I didn't go to the first major, Chinese Language and Literature (a good major that doesn't need to study mathematics at all), but I went to the second major, but I had to study advanced mathematics. To tell the truth, in order to change my major, I also work hard and only study math every day. However, as soon as I do math, all kinds of messy things ring in my mind, and there are many royal songs in the square dance. Oh, my god, I had an acquaintance in the math department to tutor me for more than a week before the exam. In the end, everyone sighed that it was good, and then everyone got more than 90, and I got 70 points alone. However, I thank my ancestors, and it's really satisfying not to hang up.