vague memories of trying to help my kids with math - some order of how to do math like Parenthesis, Exponents, etc etc if memory serves. To this day I have no idea how my son got a college degree considering he has my math genes. No way in hell I could ever handle college level math.
I only had one year - but it two me two years just to pass algebra 1 and I barely made it, with a D+ grade.
I was halfway decent at Algebra--maybe a low B at the worst--but I couldn't figure out geometry to save my life. I just can't do it. I had to cheat to pass that class, which turned out to be a wash on the karmic level. I wrote many students' history papers for a very reasonable fee--up to and including sex. Trust me, there was literally no other way I was getting laid in high school. x = sad, am I right?
Kind of like how British people say, "Oi, cunt, I went to hospital after I soiled me knickers at university." Articles. They're your friends.
Then you would love French. French uses articles all over everywhere. They even have a third kind of article, besides the definite and indefinite ones. (Yes, ones — depending on the situation, articles are declined according to gender and number. But they're still simpler than German articles...). French has the partitive article: "C'est de l'eau." The "de" in there is a partitive article. It sometimes translates into English as "some" and often, as in the example I just gave, doesn't translate at all. (That sentence just means "It's water.")
interesting how languages develop over time. In Korean they have an insane amount of "honorifics" in their grammar related to their societal position. So If you are a younger son referring to (or interacting with) an older cousin you would use one honorific. If you were talking with that cousin about your grandfather then gramps needs a different honorific when you talk about him versus how your cousin talks about him, etc. If memory serves there are dozens of different honorific configurations.
My wonderful high school geometry teacher said some people are just “line blind”. This was before anyone knew about dyslexia, but it made sense to me then and still does.
