Students have three fears. I'm afraid of Olympics, English and Zhou Shuren, and I'm afraid of math, which has become what I hate and fear most. Because of my fear of mathematics, I fell in love with street fighting games when I was 16 years old. At that time, because I hated math, my math teacher became my enemy in playing games.

I often wander in the streets full of game halls. Change three game coins into one dollar, choose an arcade, hold a coin with two fingers, point to the slot, ding, go. From the dim arcade screen, I saw a fierce look on my face, knocking down my opponent and getting pleasure from it.

Everything has a beginning. Except for some whistles at the beginning, I left unscathed without losing a hair. On the contrary, it is the classroom that teaches and dispels doubts. Compared with it, there is no more cruel place in the world. I can't see the lotus, but it hurts. This is cold violence.

If the memories are too serious, I think my six years in middle school are too miserable, because I have never been respected by any math teacher. I still remember the beautiful young female teacher who taught us math in the third grade. As long as I see her from a distance, I will make a detour. She once tore up my test paper in front of me with her equally beautiful, onion-like fingers, and the score was 1 1. I restored the paper with scotch tape for a long time that night. Nobody cares about my test paper, so I have to take care of it myself.

Late at night, I often wonder why a child who can recite Tang poetry at the age of 3 can't remember mathematical formulas and formulas alone, and even have a fear of mathematics.

But it will come eventually.

In high school, I met a class teacher who taught mathematics. I was doing my math homework with trepidation, until one Friday in math class, I clearly heard the teacher shouting: Zhou.

When I heard this name, I felt like a rabbit shot with a bow and arrow. My classmate with the same name has been studying this problem. Holding chalk, facing the blackboard, my mind is blank. I scribbled a few numbers and then wiped them clean with the blackboard. Write again, then wipe. White chalk dust fell on my face, and I repeated these two actions. Just a few minutes on the podium feels like centuries have passed. The students below began to whisper to each other. The chalk in my hand was wet, so I finally got up the courage and turned to look at the math teacher: "Teacher, I can't do this problem."

"no?" He raised his eyebrows. "Your question is the simplest. I'm afraid all the students in Grade One can answer it. You didn't go to junior high school, did you? Don't you think your IQ is like someone who can go straight from elementary school to high school? "

Many students could not help laughing. After years of reunion, many people will not remember their laughter. But I can't forget that sense of shame. At that moment, I felt as humble as a grain of dust.

I silently returned to my seat without tears.

My math exam finally dropped to 9.

The math teacher raised my test paper on the podium: "Mathematics can best represent a person's character. To score a person's personality, look at her math scores. This paper is posted next to the blackboard for your reference. "

The students are laughing at each other. I think all he needs is a mouth, just like a needle to spit it out and stab me with blood everywhere. I think my math will be disabled from now on. I went to the game hall after school.

A mother came to the game hall to look for her children. After finding the child, she jumped on him and hit him face to face: "Why don't you go to school, why are you here!" " "The mother looked up and looked at him with tears in her eyes, and the child also cried. I stood in front of the arcade in a daze. I seem to see my mother in tears and ask, "Are you going to give up? "I almost escaped from the arcade.

That night, my father said to me, "Remember, son, if you hate math, the only way is to study hard, and then you have a choice."

After that, I asked my father to give me extra lessons. I changed classes. I studied math hard and my grades were unclear until I could fill in the volunteer column of the college entrance examination: Chinese language and literature.

From that moment on, I knew I was relieved and left this math that I hated and feared most.

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