I Am Not 600 Years Old…

I only look that way sometimes.

Okay, a few weeks ago I announced, “Well, I’m 60 Now” and I am. However, towards the bottom of that post I said, “And so began my grand entrance into my 60th decade.”

Oops.

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I was quickly and gently informed by both of my Fairy Blog Mothers, that it was only my 6th decade. They are quick, wise women; but then they are Fairy Blog Mothers! Although, I do tend to think the speed of their correction may have something to do with the fact that they are both slightly older than I am and have no desire to even think about living life in their 60th decade, I get it.

I like to say I have a ‘no-math mind’ and that’s pretty much true, but if I’m being honest, I can do math, I really just don’t like it. Explanation. Midway through my sophomore year of high school I had mono. I also had Mr. Knarr as a math teacher. I’m not sure which was worse. Anyway, I’d missed so much of my Geometry class that I needed tutoring and even with the tutoring I was told I would need at least a 90 average to pass for the year or I’d have to take the class again. And so I did something I’d never done before. I studied. You see, I was one of those lazy, but fortunate students who didn’t have to study. I flew by the seat of my pants for almost all of my classes and, somehow, always carried an A or B average (except, of course, in math). I’m not proud of it. Nevermind.  Yes, I am.

Can I tell you, Geometry is much easier when you study! I had a 98 average that semester. How about that! The following year, I took Algebra 2. I’m not sure why. I must have been coerced by my guidance counselor or found out that cute guys would be in the class. Either way, I somehow ended up with Mr. Knarr again. I sensed immediately that this was not a good thing. At the end of our first class, Mr. Knarr asked if he could speak to me. When everyone else had gone he told me, “I know what grade you are capable of. What I saw last year, I will expect to see this year.”

Guidance counselors and cute guys aside, I immediately decided that nobody needed Algebra 2 that badly. I knew what I had to do and I was determined to do it. I went home and asked my Dad, who I knew didn’t like Mr. Knarr, to please let me drop the class. And, so I did. I may have a no-math mind, but I’m not stupid. Sophomore Geometry became my math swan song.

All that to say, I get it now…60 X 10 years is 600; 6 X 10 years is 60. I am now one month into my 6th decade but it’s really, not that big a deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like first thing in the morning, after a night where I wake up and lay there staring at the ceiling for so long that

Or when the heat turns on in our Florida home and my body feels like it’s in a food dehydrator. I can feel all of the moisture that was once mine beings sucked right out of my body.

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
This entry was posted in Aging, Attitude, Blogging, Challenges, Decades, Discipline, Fairy Blog Mothers, Family, Friends, Getting Old, Growing Up, High School, Humor, Life, Math, Students, Teachers, Teaching, Turning 60, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to I Am Not 600 Years Old…

  1. Whew! Glad that’s straightened out. By the way, I never took Algebra II either. What, am I crazy or something? No way!

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