Like I would tell my teachers, "I don't care how many apples dumb Earl dropped or how long it took him to drop them. Earl shouldn't be so stupid is the real lesson here." I always hated those word problems. Half way through the problem I didn't care who did what or how long it took. No doubt some kind of disability on on my part. One that wouldn't argue against it lingering to this day.

I did fine in Algebra but hated it because I didn't care what "x" was. No one had ever asked me or anyone I knew, so I didn't think I'd ever need to know. In college I had a math class with a guy who had a PhD in it and had been a Load Master in the Air Force. He gave us practical problems that we worked through and said, this is algebra in real life. That was cool because in HS there was no endgame. No reason we were told how this applied to anything, at least for some people anyway. He was a great prof. Somehow made math interesting. Which to my poor mind is on the level of a real miracle!