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Rachel ([personal profile] kleenexwoman) wrote2008-06-22 07:45 am
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meet me in the Indian summer?

Hah. Okay. So, my Algebra class starts tomorrow instead of three weeks from tomorrow like I had planned. The good thing about this is that it's 055, which means it's all stuff I learned in the eighth grade, because my dyscalculic brain can't handle anything more complex.

Wow, okay, I was sort of joking, but I just checked the Wikipedia article for dyscalculia, and lookit all my symptoms:

* Frequent difficulties with arithmetic, confusing the signs: +, −, ÷ and ×.
* Inability to tell which of two numbers is the larger.
* Difficulty with everyday tasks like checking change and reading analog clocks. (Change, sometimes. Analog clocks, most of the time.)
* Inability to comprehend financial planning or budgeting, sometimes even at a basic level; for example, estimating the cost of the items in a shopping basket or balancing a checkbook. (This is why I get balance reports from the ATM every day.)
* Difficulty with times-tables, mental arithmetic, etc. (Actually, I'm pretty good at this because it is very very simple.)
* May do fairly well in subjects such as science and geometry, which require logic rather than formulae, until a higher level requiring calculations is obtained.
* Difficulty with conceptualizing time and judging the passing of time.
* Problems differentiating between left and right. (I just point anymore. It's easier.)
* Having a poor sense of direction (i.e., north, south, east, and west), potentially even with a compass.
* Difficulty navigating or mentally "turning" the map to face the current direction rather than the common North=Top usage.
* Having difficulty mentally estimating the measurement of an object or distance (e.g., whether something is 10 or 20 feet away).
* Inability to grasp and remember mathematical concepts, rules, formulae, and sequences.
* An inability to read a sequence of numbers, or transposing them when repeated such turning 56 into 65.
* Difficulty keeping score during games.
* Difficulty with games such as poker with more flexible rules for scoring. (I can't even remember how to play Euchre.)
* Difficulty in activities requiring sequential processing, from the physical (such as dance steps) to the abstract (reading, writing and signaling things in the right order). May have trouble even with a calculator due to difficulties in the process of feeding in variables.
* The condition may lead in extreme cases to a phobia of mathematics and mathematical devices.

ETA: I'm reminded of the stereotype of girls not being good at math. Do you think having dyscalculia is a valid condition? The result of gender-based social programming, or a shitty educational system in general? Does being verbally gifted necessarily mean being mathematically deficient? Discuss.

The class isn't very long, and there's homework, but I expect the homework won't be particularly difficult, since the syllabus lists things that I've already learned but haven't thought about for years--Order of Operations and such. Probably a refresher course, good for keeping the mind sharp during the summer but not too taxing.

I can't believe how many things I want to do right now and how many things I could do. I have novels and stories to beta-read and now a screenplay to co-write (co-adapt?) and short stories to finish and E-mails to send and vague ideas for pretentious fan essays that will just have to wait. And I'm almost done with the hardest thing I have to do for school this summer. It's due tomorrow anyway. And then I CAN LIVE AND DO THINGS.

\o/

Also, Adult Swim is tonight and Seth and I have a bunch of movies that need watched before we incur massive late fees at the video store. BAD US. Um, we watched Wonder Boys, which was unexpectedly funny, and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, which was an excellent postmodern parody of the noir genre, and then...well, we've been lying around watching movies and going out for walks and generally luxuriating in having the apartment to ourselves, since Sammi is gone for the next three weeks. Also, I have to clean the litterbox. :/ Because I am taking care of the cats now, you see.

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Welcome to the world of the mathematically impaired! I myself cannot count to twenty-one without taking off my socks and dropping my pants.

Let's face it, programming calculators are mostly good for playing games on. The downside to them is that, unlike with the regular cheap Taiwanese calculators, you can't spell "boobs" readily. This is about all I remember from high school math.

Breathe deep, drink plenty of coffee, and if necessary write pi to 100 places on your arm. (My advanced calc teacher at Lathrup was one odd fellow; he got drafted for Vietnam because the lottery that particular year got screwed up and was weighted like 1000% toward people who happened to be born the week he was -- he could, and would, recite pi to 100 places. Whether he gained this ability in 'Nam I do not know, and was afraid to ask.)

[identity profile] kleenexwoman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
See, I'm pretty good at basic calculation (I used to multiply and add large sums of numbers by hand for fun during particularly boring assemblies), I just hate plugging numbers into formulae. I did enjoy tinkering with my graphing calculator to automatically calculate things for me, but my 9th grade teacher made sure to erase all the saved programs on our calculators before tests, and after that we weren't allowed to use them during tests.

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh jesus . . . okay, that's Rachel-Joe mind-meld matchup # googol. I did the same damn thing to pass time in gym or during high-school Nuremburg rallies. I'd stare at the clock and put the numbers together. Figured out that you could add 9 to any number x, get a new number y, and if you took apart the digits of x and those of y and added them together (separately, I mean), they'd be the same. To wit:

9 + 15 = 24
1 + 5 = 6
2 + 4 = 6

Me physics teach made us erase all the good programs, too (remember Race? and . . . a few others I'm forgetting), but someone always saved 'em as a backup.

I come from the days when QBasic was still a viable programming language for good teenage geeks, and my friend David still has the Huck Finn trivia program we made for our tenth-grade English project. (Public school teachers can get desperate for ideas sometimes.)

[identity profile] kleenexwoman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that playing around with numbers like that is just a normal geek/Aspie thing, tbh. You are mind-melded with about 1% of the general population.

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. I have a weird thing for historical dates being important, too. The rhythms of history, I call it. I have a notion for a graduate paper that entails life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness occurring in America at 89-year intervals on the approximate weekend of Independence Day: 1776 (the Declaration; life); 1865 (liberty; Lincoln's conspirators hanged, hence the end of the Civil War and a symbolic true end to slavery); and 1954 (happiness; Elvis records his first song at Sun Studios, and the pure products of America go crazy, meaning sex sex sex!!!).

Apophenia: It's fun!

[identity profile] kleenexwoman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
But what does it all mean?

Re: Apophenia: It's fun!

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It means I'll get a doctorate and can bloviate at will to more and more generations of jaded college students to indoctrinate them with my whacked-out ideas and make 'em do my bidding! Duh?

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Even still, tho, I bet I can read yer mind. You are thinking of . . . breakfast! Eh? Eh?

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, come now. It's Sunday morning. Think bagels . . . lox . . . mmm . . .

God damn it, now I'm hungry.

[identity profile] kleenexwoman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I just drank three cups of coffee and took a new type of vitamin tablet that my stomach does not like. I don't even want to think about food.

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Coffee, cigarettes, and random pills are all that a growing college student needs.

[identity profile] josephwaldman.livejournal.com 2008-06-22 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes, and then there was the time in gym one free day when I bounced a basketball nearly 1,500 times. I think the only reason I didn't get the crap kicked out of me back in the locker room by the much larger, much machoer, and much, much blacker other fellows was that I was just too weird.