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Math Reflection

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I come from a family of critical thinkers and problem solvers and ever since I was young I was put in situations where I had to use my critical problem solving skills or had to answer any questions my mother threw at me. Some of these questions would be the application of math in real life. I would have to calculate change and taxes on things my mom bought or calculate the sale percentage on an item. As a kid, I thought these were another one mom my mother’s ploys to my life about learning. When I look back I wish I could go back and tell my 8-year-old self to pay attention because this real-world application of math is something I wouldn’t explicitly learn in school. Throughout my primary and secondary schooling math and I would have a love hate relationship, often being a class dreaded though sometimes offering a sense of wonder and excitement. In my earliest memory of math, I was learning my multiplication tables. What I remember is the dedication from my third grade teacher as she had stations for each number that went all the way to twelve. I also remember the timed quizzes we had to take as conquered a new number and ability to move at our own pace. It was always like a competition, when someone or a group was ready to move on everything stopped and the class watched to see if they would make time. My memory does not recall whether it was difficult or the what pace I went at but, it does recall how much fun I had. In this case I don’t think it was the multiplication

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