25 September 2017

# accountability # camp nanowrimo

Oh, math, why must you confound me so?

Okay, where are my math whizzes out there?  C'mon, I know you're reading this.  Show of hands... 

Last year, for NaNoWriMo, I found this little gem on some random website.  Someone had put together a really clever worksheet for word tracking.  Last night - well, to be honest, I've wanted to do this for some time for the other WriMo months - I finally sat myself down and decided today's the day, it's getting done, I'm putting together a worksheet for ALL the months of the year, not just the WriMo months.



After much aggravation, at least 6 attempts at trying to figure it out through YouTube vids, my incredibly patient husband who's not touched Excel probably since college, and a few friends either trying or verifying that my theory IS in fact correct that these things CAN be duplicated without ridiculous hassle, I finally fixed myself a little workbook of 12 worksheets for word trackers.  Whew.

Last night, I went to bed and had all manner of crazy dreams about numbers, math equations....  Not surprising, considering when I was still in High School, I once had a dream that in order to be able to attend my HS Prom, I'd have to solve long division decimal math!  No kidding.  And I'm not talking 123456.789/2.  Noooo.  I'm talking 123456.789/123456.789 to the square root of 78x, solve for y.  Yeah.  I have dyscalculia, which I did NOT know there was a name for this issue I've had my entire education career up until just a few years ago someone told me, 'Oh, yeah, that's what's going on with you, why math is so difficult for you to grapple with.'  Seriously, it was like a huge weight had been yanked from my shoulders when I was told this.  I started laughing and crying at the same time, 'It's got a name!  It's got a name!  I'm not difficult to teach, it's just difficult to learn how I've been taught my whole life!'  What a relief! 

I am not even close to kidding when I tell you when I see a math problem that I cannot solve using a calculator, I legitimately want to go hide under my desk and curl up in the foetal position and chew on my fist.  I'm completely serious.

Now, here's a dose of, 'Do what, now?' for you:  I recently decided I want to go to school for IT in addition to my Library Sciences training.  'But, wait, Rea, IT is predominantly maths!'  I know.  Hear me out.  My husband has an IT degree (granted, he says it's pretty out-dated, but he does know what he's doing with computers.  Whenever things go wrong with mine, I hand him my machine and whimper, 'Please to fix?'), so he knows what all the training will entail.  I've told him it's highly likely there's going to be a lot of times I'm going to be sitting here grumbling about how come I decided to go with this, etc., and he's offered, 'Okay,  love, I will help you with your homework.'  Ain't he sweet? 

I'm really excited about this, because I'm the type of person I like my independence.  I don't like having to rely on others.  I mean, what if I'm here by myself, right, and I need something done.... Either a) it's not going to get fixed until I ask someone else to do it, or b) I can learn how to do it myself and be proud that I did a thing.

Here's hoping that my brain doesn't get borked in the process!  Ha.

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