An Avarice for Knowledge


Avarice, Hollow and Doodling

Doodling a hollow outline of a daisy on my paper, I tried to listen to the teacher talk about algebra. I thought it was a good idea to go to college and re-do my education. I barely passed maths when I was a school, and there wasn’t a job I went for that didn’t require that qualification.

I tried to listen, honestly I did, but the letters and numbers kept mixing together. It has always been that way. I thought it would be different as an adult, but it was no different.

‘ Great daisy,’ the teacher said, taking me out of my daydream.

‘Thanks, I’m sorry I must have zoned out there.’

‘That’s okay, algebra isn’t easy. How about I show you some examples, and you can work through them with me.’

Five minutes later, we had worked through five questions and I started to get the idea. The last sum I did all by myself, and once I got the first, several followed until all the questions were answered.

Avarice for knowledge caught me off guard.

My doodling put aside, I found myself more interested in the lesson.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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