When the kids ask for help with math, my instincts tell me to answer their question with another question, like
When did your dad say he'd be home again?
Do you really have to do math right now?
What about memorizing the psalm? I could help you.
Have you done French lately?
How's piano going?
Want to bake some cookies?
But Miss Kate, I have to do my worksheet. French and music are in the afternoon.
It turns out, I'm not that bad at math.
I think online calculus just scarred me for life, the whole month and a half I managed to survive.
That, and knowing a handful of physics majors. Shudder.
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