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I guess I’ve always been a bit of a math nerd.
I have very specific memories from a young age of helping my dollies (and some sort of she-alien) solve mathematical problems. My “class” often came up short of the correct answer, but together we figured it out, well, to my satisfaction anyway. I have three (much) older siblings and I also remember being very disheartened (at age 8) that I couldn’t understand my sister’s Sixth Form (Year 12) algebra. A passion (built out of sibling competitiveness) was born!
Anyhoo, I got it eventually (the algebra) and I went on to complete a PhD in psychology (specifically cognitive neuroscience - ‘brain stuff’) where I was engaged in Master’s level statistics. I LOVE statistics. It’s so safe. Full of facts. No fluffy stuff. It’s either significant, or it’s not. Full stop and get on with it. And graphs, ahhh graphs. Beautiful, simplistic representations of data. All that information captured in one glance of the eye. I could look at graphs all day. In fact, I tried to get a job in Police Intelligence once where that was the job. Didn’t happen, but teaching sure did, oodles of it, as it continues to do so today.
At some point along the way I became a parent, and yes, my world was rocked, hard. For one, I couldn’t think straight anymore(!), but, at the same time, the most fabulous little beings started to draw my attention toward their needs and I was off on the pursuit of providing the greatest good for them that I could. Apart from a few trips to the hospital, a bit of love here and there, and meeting some basic needs, this centred mostly on education (and answering those ENDLESS questions. Thank you, Google).
I guess I’ve always been a bit of a math nerd.
I have very specific memories from a young age of helping my dollies (and some sort of she-alien) solve mathematical problems. My “class” often came up short of the correct answer, but together we figured it out, well, to my satisfaction anyway. I have three (much) older siblings and I also remember being very disheartened (at age 8) that I couldn’t understand my sister’s Sixth Form (Year 12) algebra. A passion (built out of sibling competitiveness) was born!
Anyhoo, I got it eventually (the algebra) and I went on to complete a PhD in psychology (specifically cognitive neuroscience - ‘brain stuff’) where I was engaged in Master’s level statistics. I LOVE statistics. It’s so safe. Full of facts. No fluffy stuff. It’s either significant, or it’s not. Full stop and get on with it. And graphs, ahhh graphs. Beautiful, simplistic representations of data. All that information captured in one glance of the eye. I could look at graphs all day. In fact, I tried to get a job in Police Intelligence once where that was the job. Didn’t happen, but teaching sure did, oodles of it, as it continues to do so today.
At some point along the way I became a parent, and yes, my world was rocked, hard. For one, I couldn’t think straight anymore(!), but, at the same time, the most fabulous little beings started to draw my attention toward their needs and I was off on the pursuit of providing the greatest good for them that I could. Apart from a few trips to the hospital, a bit of love here and there, and meeting some basic needs, this centred mostly on education (and answering those ENDLESS questions. Thank you, Google).
I guess I’ve always been a bit of a math nerd.
I have very specific memories from a young age of helping my dollies (and some sort of she-alien) solve mathematical problems. My “class” often came up short of the correct answer, but together we figured it out, well, to my satisfaction anyway. I have three (much) older siblings and I also remember being very disheartened (at age 8) that I couldn’t understand my sister’s Sixth Form (Year 12) algebra. A passion (built out of sibling competitiveness) was born!
Anyhoo, I got it eventually (the algebra) and I went on to complete a PhD in psychology (specifically cognitive neuroscience - ‘brain stuff’) where I was engaged in Master’s level statistics. I LOVE statistics. It’s so safe. Full of facts. No fluffy stuff. It’s either significant, or it’s not. Full stop and get on with it. And graphs, ahhh graphs. Beautiful, simplistic representations of data. All that information captured in one glance of the eye. I could look at graphs all day. In fact, I tried to get a job in Police Intelligence once where that was the job. Didn’t happen, but teaching sure did, oodles of it, as it continues to do so today.
At some point along the way I became a parent, and yes, my world was rocked, hard. For one, I couldn’t think straight anymore(!), but, at the same time, the most fabulous little beings started to draw my attention toward their needs and I was off on the pursuit of providing the greatest good for them that I could. Apart from a few trips to the hospital, a bit of love here and there, and meeting some basic needs, this centred mostly on education (and answering those ENDLESS questions. Thank you, Google).
