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.