There was a time in my life when I thought I was going to be a math teacher. I’ve always enjoyed how concrete numbers can be and the satisfaction of solving a challenging mathematical problem.
Teaching math as a classroom teacher fixed up a lot of my mathematical quirks acquired from my own schooling. For instance, as a third grade teacher I learned my math facts because I was doing more than memorizing them. My fourth grade teacher taught us only to skip count when it came to our multiplication tables, so shamefully, I still revert back to this at times. 6, 12, 18, 24… Having to teach long division also helped me to finally understand the why behind all of those crazy steps.
Now, as a literacy coach, math instruction is not something high on my radar. The programs have changed, the concepts I used to teach in third grade are now taught in first…needless to say, I’m outdated.
Yet, once a year, I look forward to pulling out my math hat. Despite the fact that my husband is an accountant, I take great pride in being the one who prepares our taxes (with the help of Turbotax). I love pulling out all of the forms and receipts I have collected throughout the year, categorizing, and piling them. I enjoy adding in all of the figures, watching the refund calculator on the side of the computer screen rise and fall. Will the outcome be positive or negative?
Once the returns are submitted, I feel overwhelmingly accomplished and satisfied. A big grown up task complete, all thanks to me.