On Sunday, I wrote about my struggles with high school geometry. My battle with that subject began in seventh grade, though. My math class had delved into a chapter on geometry, and much of it didn't make sense to me. I consulted my dad for help, and he became frustrated with my inability to grasp what he was talking about.
"You just have to visualize this," he said. "You have to see the logic. Now, suppose I wanted to fill the kitchen with marbles..."
That segue and visual still make me laugh, all these years later.
